The Holy Drinker and his curse
In constant serf*ge to unquenchable thirst
And from his stupor the night gives birth
The devil rises from right out of the earth
With shaking hands and blackened heart
The gla** he pours, this time it's also the last
In rapt communion with himself
The Holy Drinker is going straight in to hell
The coffin was made from a tree
Please hammer a nail in for me
The bottle slipped right through
Plague pits
Now underground
Take me down
Down
Put me in chains