Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
Fill your cups of Christ,
I am the bloody earth
Bright, riding in heaven.
The player in rags
White Bat is death?
Feed it to pigs
Rise to be a king,
Shining with power
Down silent avenues,
I live on
Life
You owe yours to me
Wear
Me around your neck
Kneel
And cry for me
Son
Father please help me
Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking
My endeavours to rise seem useless
But I will fight the distance between us