The Drunken Priest - Sarke

Laid out before him

A book of old psalms

His eyes are blinded

By the darkest shades

His mouth is dry like sand

The voice is rusty

Speaks about death and sorrow

And how to save your soul

On his alter throne

Drowning in wine

And endless funerals

Aroma of wine and vomit

Infects the air

Wearing the hammerhead

Saved by the iron bell