Bring me my wine

And the head of the world

I will drink to h er 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