I Asked for Wine, He Gave Me Blood - Glorior Belli

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