The Chalice

Beggars, sons of emptiness
Mud eaters
Raise your arms towards the chalice
Destiny, divine will, fate, call it as you please
What is yours will be taken
This is how it’s supposed to be
No hope from above or bellow
Scorn and begging, misery and despair
Look up the stars, they shine so bright
Dream away
Tomorrow all will be the same
Dig down below, ‘til the hell reveals its horns
And if you make it back
You will feed your diamonds to the pigs
Beggars, sons of emptiness
Mud eaters
Raise your arms towards the chalice
What is yours will be taken
This is how it’s supposed to be
No hope from above
Scorn and begging, misery and despair
Fire everlasting, not purifying but destroyer