The last glass

This moon shines on my glass

A slight shade of redness

Its mirrors its brightness and madness

It dives on times past

if the moon would fall

into this dark wine of mine

my sins would be clean or shine

and I would go back to the ball

I want to turn and turn and dance

Turn and turn under the moon’s shade

Dance to the words God’s romance

While I still have a chance

Before my head falls under the blade

I will not seat I will not stand

I will not stop I will not lie

Our legs intertwine

I will drink it all and refill it again

For all my life is worth

The pain so joyfully gained

I will dance with a glass in my hand

And slide on the spilt wine and mirth

I’m the only lonely guest

There are no tables and no chairs

The moon rolls down to rest

Leaving corpses without a care

It’s time to go and lie down

To give a rest to life and death

It’s time to empty the glass

Before a new life begins its dawn

And the Lord pours out a new breath

To my grave I’ll take the glass

Full to the brim with wine

Finally it’s time to relax

And listen to the sins of mine

I’ll wait for the dirt to cover me

I’ll offer my body to worms

My water will reach the sea

As God my sentence confirms