Having fallen asleep one day, lulled into sweetest dream, I awoke, prone, on the scorched earth of a desert. The sun Beat down, burnt me. Blistered my skin. I could not feel my legs. Could not move. A wolf was at my side. She had devoured me. Her fur was soaked with my blood.
Vultures perched on my hips and disembowelled me whilst I lay. As they choked my intestines down, I turned to face my left, Where I espied a divine light, come down from a cloudy sky. And in that light I saw a figure of incandescence pure. His feet never touched the ground. He bowed his head and spoke, as though praying for me. But I could not hear His voice. The wolf had bitten off my ears. Soon I could not see. The vulture had gouged out my eyes. And split my tongue apart.
And though parched, I eked out a laugh, Thin, weak, strangled, defiant to the last. Even as the flaming fire engulfed me. And I arose on black wings, still blind.
My shadow fallen on the gallows tree Where Iscariot's corpse slowly swung. For He had abandoned this world to Evil.
His bones bleached and scattered to the wind. Ground down into the dust of two thousand yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
