I won a staring contest against the eye of a storm;
She hissed lightning and wailed thunder,
so I screamed back the curses of dead stars.I gripped my shadow by the throat and strangled her under a full moon
til Life filled her lungs.I bound the weaver of time to his arcane loom
and cut off his skin with broken glass
to stitch it back on inside out.I found the heart of philosophy
and ripped it out with cold hands
to replace it with a block of cheese.I stole the teeth of Death's hounds
to decorate my throne
alongside blood diamonds and moon stones.And as I sit on my throne,
and my golden blood mixes with silver tears,
I have to wonder how far I've fallento reach Paradise