Urgehal - Image Of The Horned King lyrics

rate me

[lyrics by Trondr, 1997]

Slumbering through the burning desert, total lack of liquid

Oh gods of this place, please bring me thy vine

I could almost drink the blood of Jesus

I would dry his veins until he fell down in a pile of skin

I fell down out of exhaustion, my face met the ground my mouth was filled with sand

And my skin was boiling from the sun

The vultures stared circling above me, I was almost ready to give my body to the birds of doom

Lay myself to rot in the burning sand fields, I was dying....

...but then, a mighty dark shape rised before me and gave me shelter from the sun

It was a god - the god of them all, and indeed he had brought a bottle of vine... the blood of himself

He spoke a distant language and granted me the bottle

I received it with my shivering pale hands... I drank the vine, and as I steadily came to myself

The god slowly vanished with the dust, except that of him which he had left in the bottle.