Those who dance must pay the piper
But the piper is now far away
There’s nothing anyone can do
To convince me that it’s okay
The three of swords turned up
That I failed to recognize
I ignored every warning
Now this is my demise
And the nectar wells up sweetly
But then my name is mud
I must flee the situation
Before nectar turns to blood
Blood and nectar …
I can recognize a hunter
And I even saw the tracks
I was a lonely she-wolf howling
Trying to fit in with the pack
It all was just a pipe dream
And reality is cruel
I wanted to play the jester
But I ended up the fool
Hopeful hedonistic dreams
Give rise to beat the odds
Shall I drink the wine of mortals
Or the nectar of the gods?
And the nectar wells up sweetly
But the blood is poisoned too
And the song is too sweet to resist
Which path will I choose?
Blood and nectar …