Manden Med Leen – A Hill To Die Upon – letras

I have mixed the wines at shinarI have planted the olives at athensFire I fed to the fallen foldAnd gifts I gave of gain-less goldAt knossos I sanctified my hornsWetted with virginityRightly I reveled ‘mongst the rotted rootsAnd blood I begged of the boldest brutesAlbion gave me no saintless throneMy seed was wasted upon that isleCreeds I craved of the carnal crowdBut prayers were proffered by the pierced and proudThe new world has been my greatest prideWhere longest has been my lordly strideDeath I dreamed for the drowning dregsAnd love I lost between her lifeless legs »Ye are of (your) father the devilAnd the lusts of your father ye will do. «  »From that time many of his disciplesWent back, and walked no more with him. « Let my scythe fall upon that fieldAnd reap what the sky would yield