| Fall from the skies, dizzy and find my end
|
| To the beverage of the vengeful beast condemned
|
| I was restless through the unfruitful light
|
| But I have searche the brazen gates of night
|
| Father in Hell, to whom my strenght belongs
|
| My loves, my wars, all my wisdom and my songs
|
| With nothingness before me, and alone
|
| To then what hope of answer shall I turn?
|
| I asked for wine, but he gave me blood-to
|
| Quench my desire, and raise me-the divine
|
| Bless my waking, from the fiction of god
|
| My salvation and last companion, wine
|
| For he was given the unthinkable task
|
| Of bottling much of hidden truths in a flask
|
| And compelling all enlightenment distilled
|
| To one mysterious ardent sphere greatly filled |