Текст песни: The Blood Flowed Like Wine + перевод

I’m not one of the faithful,

I’ve only come for your wine,

and I’d give my soul

for an endless cup,

show me where to sign.

The preacher grew horns.

His head like a goat,

he passed me the cup

and the wine flowed like blood

as it poured down my throat.

For your mortal soul

this cup that never goes empty.

I slaughtered the flock

and the blood flowed like wine,

then I slashed my own neck

into a crooked smile

from ear to ear

down my chest

and the blood flowed like wine

until I was dry.

Well, the joke is on you.

I’ve sinned all of my life

I’ve lied

and wronged and cheated

and butchered my wife,

So I’ll drink from this cup

and soon I’ll be lit,

but the wine flowed like blood

through the hole

that I cut in my neck

I’ve reaped what I’ve sowed,

so this is my lot

and I’m given the curse

of an unending thirst,

but can’t quench my desire,

so the joke is on me,

the emptiness mine.

My body’s a cup

that cant hold a soul

of withered old pine.

And the blood flowed through the aisles of the church

and the souls filled the steeple.

They opened the doors

and the blood flowed like wine

from all the dead people.

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