Ecstasy In Blood - A Ballad

He was free of earthly burdens
 and rode the roads of dusty decay
 with horses and wagons not his own
 In every town he found friends so jolly
 In the east he robbed an oldster
 In the west he burned the fields of a sick man
 In the woods besides the town of south
 lies the corpse of a young boy
 The beggar in the north he did not meet
 A strong smell of love he left after him
 Daughters, whores and virtuous wives
 all equally privileged to taste his lust
 All left lying around naked and drunk
 As decades of sloth passed by
 villains like him started spawning out
 from the septic vulva of mankind
 Wicked brothers for the ugly children
 A horseless man is a woeless man
 but at the end of the day nothing but a static man
 Like those willing daughters
 there were horses everywhere
 Horses to head north with
 Horses for free
 Sentient vehicles have their owners
 Some of them old and clever
 Who know when to look after their goods
 Attempt of arrogance in broad daylight
 never to be realized
 As farmer's wand spoke to the thief
 How clear and commanding was its voice
 Look at the poor bastard crawling in pain
 Through the veil of blood
 he's able to perceive purity in the dirt
 In the blue of the bruises
 a glimpse of heaven
 In the sound of cracking jaws
 the bells of the easter mass
 Writhing in the gutter crying
 with a voice that of a lion
 Glamorous joy to crawl in the dirt
 Silent ecstasy of humiliating pain
 Elation in submission like never before
 The glory of defamation
 from the stake of an old man
 Earth like butter
 and circulating winds
 A ferrous scent all over
 Ecstacy and gratitude
 Blood freshly spilled in the sunlight
 is perhaps the most beautiful colour
 that is to be found in nature