Drink with me these goblets of despair,
Taste its cherry-bitterness, its coldness,
Drink it to the bottom, and you'll hear
Whisper in your heads: "This life is worthless".
Breathe with this mind-rotting smoke of loss,
Let it burn away your dreams and wishes.
If your backs are hunched under the cross,
It will help to make the right decision.
Share with me this feast, this wine, this bread,
Cast away illusions, don't believe them.
Soon you'll know, you'll feel, you'll understand,
How to be stone-hearted, cold and fearless.