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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/SEAwbody 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.