To gather the rusty coffin nails   And follow the trail of the zodiac   To search the pearls and the lotus   -the passion you lost in the game (called life)      Brought back the lost years to harvest   The virgin-white winters of our discontent   Black shepherd, false deemer   The anguish of wars long gone still aflame   In his frozen eyes      For we no longer care   For the secrets that lie beneath   We no longer know how   And banish our bastard sons   All in the sake of make-believe      Smothered in delirious dreams   We cling to the mercy of a lesser god   Bemused by utopian visions of heaven   We choke in the drunken laughter of pain      A fa§ade carried from generation to generation   Until the day we have no lies left to live      "And the angels stricken with disease poison themselves   with blood-wine and feast on the smouldering ashes of yesterday   Absinthe - green master of despair   Take me on a glorious journey to the rim of the earth      Oh liquid heaven at the bottom   Of the crystalline carafe   Whose hypnotic fumes shatter our dreams   In the wake of a new reality      Burn the flag of a kingdom gone   As we raise a toast to damnation