The one You kill,
Lord,
Does not smell of blood,
And the one You burn
Does not reek of smoke.
He You burn laughs as he burns
And the one You kill,
As You kill him,
Cries out in ecstasy.
The one You kill,
Lord,
Does not smell of blood,
And the one You burn
Does not reek of smoke.
He You burn laughs as he burns
And the one You kill,
As You kill him,
Cries out in ecstasy.
Lord, send me staggering with the wine
Of Your love!
Ring my feet
With the chains of Your slavery!
Empty me of everything but Your love
And in it destroy and resurrect me!
Any hunger You awaken
Can only end in Feast!