Through Hyperion Wastelands

The hunt of eternal hunger begins with a glowing orb

Born before the shadows and time itself

Wretched in my ethereal lair

Broken by a foul odor lingering in the air

Secreting bile injections into the flesh

Preserved bodies wreathed in vile webbing

Euphoric metabolites storming the cortex

Convulsing within the throes of death

Crowned guardian, to the gates of impious deeds

I remain damned, to this infernal parable

Bow down in my pit of excremental disgust

Feasting on sacraments offered in greed

The hunt for eternal hunger lies cold inside me

Born before the shadows and time itself

Wretched in my sepulchral lair

I will awake when my body longs for more