I know the truths of the world in the darkness
Where the ashes of man fall freely
And where all the men can be seen
Laughing and drinking the fine spirits
Of the greatest lands in the east
Where the vineyards are kept with virgin blood.
In the deepest hours of their drunken slumbers
The oceans cry out with profound rage
And plunder the coast with icy tears
Slamming and ravishing mans great achievement
The port yards of travelers' greed
To which all men and beast alike travel the oceans path.
In the morning's sun the moon's linger gone
The men see the peaceful rage
Of the greatest powers of the spirit
In the virgin's eastern sun
Which pierces the lusting of man and beast
And subdues them with mild light.
Gentle dusk, the summoner of twilight
Men sit and raise a toast
Unto the great soft pink sky
As they think of the virgin lands of the east
Where the virgin's blood keeps the vineyard
And the lust of men is consumed by the chastity of the perfect sun.