Lyrics:

The Holy Drinker and his curse
In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst-irst
And from his stupor, a night gives birth
The devil rises from right out of the earth, earth

With shaking hands, blackened heart
The glass he pours, this time it's also the last-ast
In rapt communion with himself
The Holy Drinker is going straight into Hell, Hell

This coffin was made from a tree
Please, hammer a nail in for me
The bottle slipped right through
Plague pits, now underground
Take me down

Down
Put me in chains