I’ll have some blood-red wine
When you make spirits shine
And i can borrow you a soul
If i just can hold mine
The silver souvereign
Conducts my limbs and brain
And i would borrow you a soul
If i hust can hold mine
We drank from holy shrine
We made our bodies drained
And i would borrow you some blood
If i just can hold mine
Bodyes like studies
People want a miracle
Looneys eat spoonyes
I’m just an obstacle
Feed him, leave him
Join his sacred army
Punch him, bribe him
Deserted and dyin’
Bacchanic studies
Bacchanic studies
Leaves like bodies
In sacred studies
I’ll have some blood-red wine
When you make spirits shine
And i can borrow you a soul
If i just can hold mine
Bacchus
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