Profane the Night

I made my way toward Show Low
Through a desert dry as bone
I grew sicker from my wounds
As they festered in the burning sun

Consumed by pangs of hunger
I sought shelter in a cave
While the poison in my blood
Snaked its way into my fevered brain

Blood unto wine
Wine turns to piss
Flesh unto bread
Bread turns to ash
Gold unto lead
Lead into stone
Skin decays to dust
The grave becomes a throne

Without a dime or a bite of food
Desperation turned to panic
So when a hunter found my den
He found a beast that had gone manic

I brained him with my rifle butt
Then I took my knife and slit
I dressed his body where it lay
Then roasted it upon a spit

Blood unto wine
Wine turns to piss
Flesh unto bread
Bread turns to ash
Gold unto lead
Lead into stone
Skin decays to dust
The grave becomes a throne