Lyrics:

I drank a goblet of fire

I cut out the prophet's tongue

But still the sun refused to move



I tore a hole in the web of sanity

The very fabric of life itself

But still this flesh refused to burn



What a humble vision!

To forever dwell by the grace of the sun



I gathered the moon and the stars

In my little pouch of planets

The renesance of astral flesh



Dripping and drooling with universal thirst

Equelibrium going under

In such an idle state of death



Sowing the seeds of a new dimension



I am the conqueror in his petty paradise

Spinning around in a garden of lush blooming death

Point at the sun and I will be there

And the angels scattered and bleeding

Will be the fundament of my empire



And admidst all this forlorn beauty

...I still laughed at the end.