Here I sit at the fire Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul Here I drink and A graven life, the stain of her memory In this cup, love's poison For love the poison of life Tip the cup, feed the fire, And forget about useless hope...
in the desolation of love The passions we reap and sow Lost in the desolation of life This path that we walk...
Here's to love, sickness The great martyr of the soul Here's to life, the vice The herald of misery In this cup, spiritus frumenti For this is the nectar of the spirit Quench the thirst, the sorrow And forget about cold yesterdays...
in the desolation of love The passions we reap and sow in the desolation of life This path that we walk... Lost in the desolation of love The sorrows we reap and sow Lost in the desolation life The path that we walk...