The Holy Drinker

The Holy Drinker and his curse In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst-irst And from his stupor, a night gives birth The devil rises from right out of the earth, earth With shaking hands, blackened heart The glass he pours, this time it's also the last-ast In rapt communion with himself The Holy Drinker is going straight into Hell, Hell This 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