Steven Wilson The Holy Drinker
The holy drinker and his curse
In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst
And from his stupor, a night gives birth
A devil rises from right out of the earth
The shaking hands, blackened hearts,
the glassy pours, this time it's also the last
In rapt communion with himself
The holy drinker is going straight into Hell
His coffin was made from a tree
Please hammer a nail in for me
The bottle slipped right through
now underground
Take me down... down...
be in chains...
