The holy drinker and his curse In constant serfage 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 glass he pours, this time it's also the last
In rapt communion with himself The holy drinker is going straight into hell
His 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 chainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.