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And there comes a week of my roamings in desert

The weakness is growing and pull me down on the sand
I'm starving and thirst will never let me to rest
I'm heading to south, crawling slow from the death
This desert is coming it slowly stealing my breath

The moon light have opened to me a little plant, that was hidden among the grey dirty stones
The only hope for me, to save my life for a one day more

The fever is burning and lifts me up from the sand
The colours are rushing and paint the night like a day
I saw in the mist the muddy lights of bonfire
the deamon was standing there and guarding desire

There stands a beast fire rages in his eyes
Crawling in the shadows I come to him
I smashed his head with stone, his brains in mess
I'll drink your blood ill eat your flesh

I was tearing his flesh and eating the guts
Every part of his body was delicious as fuck
The sun rises up and here coming the morning
My delusions has gone and I saw what I've done

What ive done? Behind me lays a body of village priest I eat his soul
Fear and loathing comes to my eyes
And I was running, running like hell was running after me And until my last days I'm damned by god
but I wil always remember the best fucking dinner that I had in my life