In spring I did not sleep for forty nights
Nor did I change my underwear
And the grass-stalks along my arduous path
Sang that it was good
For they witnessed my fasting
Surviving on spiritual beer
I became Christs; a whole bunch of them
We flogged each other
In our ferocious dance
Spinning like dogs behind our tails
And none of us changed his underwear
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
