I have always taken And I have yet to pay I've been branded with this birthmark Mapped across my face I wrapped in wooded dark My pony stood stark still The papal missed my birthmark As he bent me to their will Put my seed in their ground From one plenty abounds I gave grapes to crush From wine the spirit gushed As I spill the wine I was liberal with the healing I stole their pain away I drain them of their poison All their cripples now walk straight Now I'm off the crowd They thought I wore it proud
They were jealous of my mark Their faces clouded dark As I spill the wine They saw their mistake Saw it written on my face Now there's no one left to blame Because the arm goes sickling So they sent me far away Sent me naked across the plain And my ponies just stood still Because the wine he did not spill And my legs they sue in vain At the poison in my veins I stagger from this weight I waver before the gate He held me in his fate He slammed it in my face