Fall from the skies, dizzy and find my end To the beverage of the vengeful beast condemned I was restless through the unfruitful light But I have search the brazen gates of Night Father in Hell, to whom my strength belongs, My loves, my wars, all my wisdom and my songs, With nothingness before me, and alone, To then what hope of answer shall I turn? I asked for Wine, but he gave me blood - to Quench my desire, and raise me-the Divine Bless my waking, from the fiction of god, My salvation and last companion, Wine For he was given the unthinkable task Of bottling much of hidden truths in a flask And compelling all enlightenment distilled To one mysterious ardent sphere greatly filled