The Holy Drinker

The holy drinker and his curse
In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst

And from his stupor, a night gives birth
A devil rises from right out of the earth

The shaking hands, blackened hearts
The glassy 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
The plate is now on the ground
Take me down, down
Put me in chains