Drink not to deepen dreams,
But rather wash away-
Those drunken maddening screams
Force my hands to obey,
Oh wicked, wicked hands-
They owner thou doth betray;
In strange and twisted lands
The sun stands on its head
Alone, in desolate sands
The world a blackened, bloody red
Watching from some distant height
As heaven halted in her fears
Alas, I have drunk from the cup of tears
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