Misanthrope Ihsahn

[Verse 1]
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

[Bridge]
Now lift your cup in celebration
Indulge your lips, I do insist
Drink up, drink up

[Verse 2]
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