Sacrament Drunk

I'll be the axe that clears a forest.

These hands have felt the bite of frost,

These hands have felt the cold.

These hands were young and stronger once,

But now they're getting old.

The meat's worn out, the flesh is torn,

And I can't see this working out too long.

There's nothing left above ground and nobody will mind!

But when we meet, you will see,

I am so much more than what I will be.

Burn it all, burn it up -

I'll be the man who raises legions.

When I'd built up all I could,

When I'd felt all that was good,

When I tired of fights and night delights and booze.

I heard about a man who came

Firebrand in word and name,

And I swore that I would see him in his tomb.

There's nothing left to burn here, so come and face your doom!

But when we meet, you will see,

I am so much more than what I will be.

Burn it all, burn it up -

I'll be the man who raises legions.

Upon this rock I'll build my keep,

Beneath it you will softly sleep.

Upon this rock I'll earn my keep,

And by this wrinkled hand,

You'll go to sleep.