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.