if i cared about the insults
my friends have made to me
I wouldn't be on this path
of debauchery
they call me the foolish king
of tormented men
but my foolishness has lifted me
far beyond them

beloved please believe me
and pass this message on
the religion I adhere to
is you beloved one
am I sinner or saint
o which shall it be
only I may know
this useless mystery

who, who
though my cup has not been filled by you
who serve the gods their wine
still I pray that I may live
the life of the divine
won't someone please tell her
she caused my heart to break
but I swear on my soul
I'll survive this heartache
who, who