The Holy Drinker and his curse
In constant surfage to unquenchable thirst

And from his stupor the night gives birth
The devil rises from right out of the earth

With shaking hands and blackened heart
The glass his pours, this time it's also the last

In [bad word] with himself
The Holy Drinker goes straight in to [bad word] 

The 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