6. Talking Carcass

In His Many Forms His Secrets He Shall Tell
from the Ends of the Earth
Though He Knows You Well
Bastion of the Beginning Author of the End
Sitting in His Throne
In Hell You Win
Talking Carcass Black As the Abyss
Perched with his Horns
Now the Flesh Is Torn
Spinning Many Wonders Your Lust Melts inside
Standing at the Threshold Again You Feed Your Eyes
with All His Elders Sitting by His Side
Awaiting for the Order
Waiting for Your Cries
First You Fill Your Purses Then you Begin to Die
There Death Sits Awaiting the Twinkling of an Eye
(Insert Dinosaur Sound Growl Here)
Maybe Sipping in a Cocktail or in the Needles Eye
Maybe Rolling down the Road or in a Whorehouse on the Side
Being Enticed Your Fantasy Comes Alive
Then He Spreads Wings in the Night
Then He Begins to Fly
Cursing Valleys Low and Peking Mountains High
Yeah, in His Many Forms His Secrets He Shall Tell
Your Imagination Yeah He Knows You Well
Sitting in His Throne in the Hottest Depths of Hell
As the Egyptian Wolf Ushers You in
Then the Words of the Scrolls
There They Begin
When You See the Depth in the Darkness of His Eyes
Then You Will Finally See
Now You Will Realize This Life Must End
In His Place You Will Die
There is a Talking Carcass Cursing Your Very Lives
As the Sun Is Setting When You Take Your Rest in the Night
Take Thought for Your Morning First Woe and Long Last Is Its Warning
Yeah in His Many Forms His Secrets He Shall Tell from the Ends of the Earth Ohh! He Knows You Well
Bastion of the Beginning Author of the End
Sitting in His Throne
in Hell You Win