You have brought wine and drink all night
You have gain a throne that you can manipulate
Now fingers are pointed unto you
Sending you to sleep on a lion’s den
Sadly your forgotten God is the one who only recall your true name
Because even in those countless grains you are numbered
Even if that is thorny path, Mercy is born in that emptiness
You lose and doubt your way…Too blind to see the essence of your reward
Get up lazy lad! The bottle of wine yesterday is now odorless
Call my name I will share a meal
Pour out that kindness from which is left and eaten
Howl, Mourn and weep!
Waltz like a mighty man
Kindle the fire that devour the battle field
Let your Lord reveal His secret
Your harvest is plenty
A plowman overtakes a reaper
Stretch your body from the bed of Ivory.