Ihsahn

Bring me my wine
And the head of the world
I will drink to her 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