Текст песни Manden Med Leen

Satan hath desired you, that he may sift (you) as wheat I have mixed the wines at Shinar I have planted the olives at Athens Fire I fed to the fallen fold And gifts I gave of gain-less gold At Knossos I sanctified my horns Wetted with virginity Rightly I reveled 'mongst the rotted roots And blood I begged of the boldest brutes Albion gave me no saintless throne My seed was wasted upon that isle Creeds I craved of the carnal crowd But prayers were proffered by the pierced and proud The new world has been my greatest pride Where longest has been my lordly stride Death I dreamed for the drowning dregs And love I lost between her lifeless legs Ye are of (your) father the devil And the lusts of your father ye will do From that time many of his disciples Went back, and walked no more with him Let my scythe fall upon that field And reap what the sky would yield