Bringer of the Sixth Sun

I drank a goblet of fireI cut out the prophet's tongue
But still the sun refused to moveI tore a hole in the web of sanityThe very fabric of life itself
But still this flesh refused to burnWhat a humble vision!
To forever dwell by the grace of the sunI gathered the moon and the starsIn my little pouch of planetsThe renesance of astral fleshDripping and drooling with universal thirstEquelibrium going under
In such an idle state of deathSowing the seeds of a new dimensionI am the conqueror in his petty paradiseSpinning around in a garden of lush blooming death
Point at the sun and I will be thereAnd the angels scattered and bleedingWill be the fundament of my empire...I still laughed at the end.And admidst all this forlorn beauty