Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
fill your cups of christ,
i am the bloody earth
bright, riding in heaven.
the player in rags
white bat is death?
feed it to pigs
rise to be a king,
shining with power
down silent avenues,
i live on
life - you owe yours to me
wear - me around your neck
kneel - and cry for me
son - father please help me
safe delivery of a handsome child
merry and sweet looking
my endeavours to rise seem useless
but i will fight the distance between us