Sulphur - Mortuus

A slight scent of sulphur in the air

Voiceless prayers in the dark

The devil speaks while I lie asleep

And I hear

My every thought tainted with filth

My every thought tainted with blood

And I hear

The devil speaks while I lie asleep

Once again Satan is taking a new form

An anathema and blessing alike

Wisdom from nothingness

-How ironic these words must have been to Job!

A Christlike shape dissolves in the fire

They transform as one

A slight scent of sulphur in the room

But there is nothing here

There is nothing here!

In deep trance I lie wide awake

But this is not me, this is not me

This is not me!

My every thought tainted with filth

My every thought tainted with blood

My every thought tainted with filth

My every thought tainted with blood