Here I sit at the fire   Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul   Here I drink alone and remember   A graven life, the stain of her memory   In this cup, love's poison   For love is the poison of life   Tip the cup, feed the fire,   And forget about useless hope. . .      Lost in the desolation of love   The passions we reap and sow   Lost in the desolation of life   This path that we walk. . .      Here's to love, the sickness   The great martyr of the soul   Here's to life, the vice   The great herald of misery   In this cup, spiritus frumenti   For this is the nectar of the spirit   Quench the thirst, drown the sorrow   And forget about cold yesterdays. . .      Lost in the desolation of love   The passions we reap and sow   Lost in the desolation of life   This path that we walk. . .   Lost in the desolation of love   The sorrows we reap and sow   Lost in the desolation of life   The path that we walk. . .