Once Bacchus returns, the consciences will flourish
My child, bring me a grail
My child, bring me grail

I think I have the singing abilities of Croesus
Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me grail
Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me a grail

I've been left with a crown of ivy and I crash it all upon my anger
My child, bring me a grail
My child, bring me grail

Feed me although I drink. Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me grail
Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me a grail
Now, child, bring me a grail