Wine of the Wicked

There was a time, when I was still

alive. I was about to give birth, when

my husband came with what I was

craving for: grapes from the vineyard

where a great curse was about to fall upon.

While I was dying, the only man who

would survive the wicked wine was being

born. For I am still his mother and he...

MY SON!

Man reaping the poisoned land

The grapevine is the devil's lair

There's no place for gods!

The harvest feast awaits the folk

Drinking, mistreating,

the feast has begun

Twisting visages envenom the soul

They're rising the cups

One by one, everybody will fall

THERE'S ONE WHO'S NOT AFRAOD

IN DREAMS HIS MOTHER HAS TOLD:

"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WILL END

THE CURSE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD."

DRINK THE WINE OF THE WICKED

YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING THE HOPE

TO END THIS ANCIENT DOOM

THE WIND IS BLOWING STRONG

The chosen son begins the rite

His father is dead, in silence he lies

Return of the gods!

Celebrating the wine of the bold

THERE'S ONE WHO'S NOT AFRAOD

IN DREAMS HIS MOTHER HAS TOLD:

"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WILL END

THE CURSE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD."

DRINK THE WINE OF THE WICKED

YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING THE HOPE

TO END THIS ANCIENT DOOM

THE WIND IS BLOWING STRONG