alcohol is in my veins…
tears fall as i think of you.
the true memory you left me with
is a key to the wine of melancholy.
i drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
as you burned on that stake,
they burnt my soul as well.
your pure feelings, your flaming hate;
it was not enough.
nat*ssja, my beloved satanic witch,
the power in your eyes and yourself
worked for the n*ble in man.
p*ss the bottle, p*ss the knife,
p*ss me your unholy crafts.
i shall never forget you, the best
of all there is. i lick your cold lips,
i embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe.
you never kissed the priest, you never
drank the blood of jesus. weird, they say –
well, turn it upside down like you did,
and they kill, kill, and they take you away…
now, centuries later, i do yours and my sign.
you live in me, like you moved in with my soul.
your resurrection is the spirit of you –
installed in me. so now, your thoughts
and your pains are my wine;
i’ll get these godd*mn angels drunk