A glass
A vessel
A gift of salutation
All tithing for what I appear to be
Goddess in a wolf’s skin
Fermented fruits to dull my senses
Wines and drink to buy my body
None will quench a desire that is an eternity
One by one they are my lambs
One by one I will herd out all that is wrong
I will drink from their gut
I will slake my primal yearning
I will survive for him
I will drink his wine one day
Only then will I no longer thirst
A vessel
A gift of salutation
All tithing for what I appear to be
Goddess in a wolf’s skin
Fermented fruits to dull my senses
Wines and drink to buy my body
None will quench a desire that is an eternity
One by one they are my lambs
One by one I will herd out all that is wrong
I will drink from their gut
I will slake my primal yearning
I will survive for him
I will drink his wine one day
Only then will I no longer thirst