Misanthrope - Ihsahn

Bring me my wine
And the head of the world
I will drink to her demise
The subtle art
Of decapitation
The perfect irony of such an end
Bring me the flesh
Of your sin and repentance
Display the worlds delights
This last meal
My righteous friend
I serve thee cold
Now lift your cup in celebration
Indulge your lips
I do insist
Drink up drink up
Long ago
I grew deaf
To the echoes of my footsteps
Long ago
I grew blind
To the world through your eyes
I overcame
The bleak destiny
Of your lead filled convictions
I prevailed
And now I soar relentlessly
Beyond the north
In my ascension I scorn the eye of envy
And he who flies is hated most of all
I celebrate the distance
Over which you spill your grief
By your belief you waste your tears
On a liar and a thief
How could you ever be just towards me
I choose your injustice as my portion
Now for the grand finale
You will be protagonist
This tragedy you did inspire
Crucifixion with a twist
Bring me my wine
And the head of the world
I will drink to her demise
For this last meal
My righteous friend
I serve thee cold