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