| Bring me my wine | |
| And the head of the world | |
| I will drink to her demise | |
| The subtle art | |
| Of decapitation | |
| The perfect irony of such an end | |
| Bring me the flesh | |
| Of your sin and repentance | |
| Display the worlds delights | |
| This last meal | |
| My righteous friend | |
| I serve Thee cold | |
| Now lift your cup in celebration | |
| Indulge your lips | |
| I do insist | |
| Drink up drink up | |
| Long ago | |
| I grew deaf | |
| To the echoes of my footsteps | |
| Long ago | |
| I grew blind | |
| To the world through your eyes | |
| I overcame | |
| The bleak destiny | |
| Of your lead-filled convictions | |
| I prevailed | |
| And now I soar relentlessly | |
| Beyond the north | |
| In my ascension I scorn the eye of envy | |
| And he who flies is hated most of all | |
| I celebrate the distance | |
| Over which you spill your grief | |
| By your belief you waste your tears | |
| On a liar and a thief | |
| "How could you ever be just towards me? | |
| I choose your injustice as my portion" | |
| Now for the grand finale | |
| You will be protagonist | |
| This tragedy you did inspire | |
| Crucifixion with a twist | |
| Bring me my wine | |
| And the head of the world | |
| I will drink to her demise | |
| For this last meal | |
| My righteous friend | |
| I serve Thee cold |