Bring me my wine and the head of the world I will drink to h er demise the subtle art of decapitation the perfect irony of such an end bring me the flesh of your sin and repentance display the worlds delights this last meal my righteous friend I serve Thee cold now lift your cup in celebration indulge your lips I do insist drink up drink up long ago I grew deaf to the echoes of my footsteps long ago I grew blind to the world through your eyes I overcame the bleak destiny of your lead filled convictions I prevailed and now I soar relentlessly beyond the north in my ascension I scorn the eye of envy and he who flies is hated most of all I celebrate the distance over which you spill your grief by your belief you waste your tears on a liar and a thief "how could you ever be just towards me? I choose your injustice as my portion" now for the grand finale you will be protagonist this tragedy you did inspire crucifixion with a twist bring me my wine and the head of the world I will drink to her demise for this last meal my righteous friend I serve Thee cold