اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
