I have always taken 
and I have yet to pay
I've been branded with this birthmark
Mapped across my face
I wrapped in wooded dark
My pony stood stark still
The papal missed my birthmark
as he bent me to their will
put my seed in their ground
From one plenty abounds
I gave grapes to [bad word] 
From wine the spirit gushed

Ch. As I spill the wine

I was liberal with the healing
I stole their pain away
I drain them of their poison
all their cripples now walk straight
Now I'm off the crowd
They thought I wore it proud
They were jealous of my mark
their faces clouded dark

Ch.

They saw their mistake
saw it written on my face
Now there's no one left to blame
Because the arm goes (TRICKLING?)
So they sent me far away
Sent me naked across the plain
And my ponies just stood still
Because the wine he did not spill
And my legs they sue in vain
At the poison in my veins
I stagger from this weight 
I wave her before the gate
He held me in his fate
He slammed it in my face