Dies Irae - The Vineyard lyrics

rate me

"Fiti aspri!"

[Friedrich Nietzsche - "Antchristul"]

Sweat for your brows, drops in my glass

Thorns in your feet, taste for my wine

Nietzscheean slaves, all you sad stories

are gathered on my bloody red tongue.

And it smells like rain in this old crowded life

where the ever-changing seasons are blowing so rude

And nobody cares for this wine before me on the table

The generations worked their lives for its red

I'm tempted to say as the old philosophers spoke:

"You must be ruthless to all human kind!"

Sow my years - change your lies

Place all destinies - take their price

Drunk - with teardrops - dropping red

The spirits - so tangled - in life's perished webs

Nothing more fearful, nothing more strange

All our memories, all our rage

Opened at night by trembling white hands

Loosen again in the vineyard of sentiments...

We're filling the vineyard with our own reflection

No more tales of glory, no more revelations!<br />

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Thanks to Razvan