Gula - Year Of The Goat

In the vastness of the desert I find myself

Temped by a voice within

The drowning sound of flies running through my skin

A snarling rising from the ground

Is this an actual hunger or a craving that I feel?

The emptiness grows strong in me

All these stones may turn to bread

The grains of sand could turn into speed

A body to honor God

By making it a holy shrine

And put a knife to your throat

If you are ever given to

Gula

With greedy bites you gulp down the ambrosia

Truly it’s the food of gods

A ferocious mouth of hunger opens like a void

No ashes, no reverence to God

When you face the final judgement, the people that you’ll see

Raving like starving hogs

On their knees in excrements

Guarded by a three-headed dog

A body to honor of God

Or a temple made of dust

Put a knife to your throat

If you are ever given to

Have some more, take everything

Take everything

Eat and drink, 'cause tomorrow you’ll die

No dead will rise

Put a knife to your throat

'Cause now you have been given to

Have some more, take everything

Take everything

Eat and drink, 'cause tomorrow you’ll die

No dead will rise

Have some more, take everything (Everything)

Take everything

Eat and drink, 'cause tomorrow you’ll die

No dead will rise