"Transformation"

"Liberum O numen vini tui nobis vite
 remedium animi facilitate daemones;
et resinam proposuerunt in nundinis de
 eius Intoxicant, quod dat spatiumque
 momento, nos trahunt quidam per
 prudentiam;
ferre eget ingeniis; in aeternum hanc
 voluntatem obscurae nocti

"Bacchus, Oh Deity  of wine; give
 us of your vine, remedy to ease
 the daemons of mind;
and from the balm of its intoxicant,
 that gives reprieve for the moment,
 let us derive some lasting insight;
to endure what we've been born into;
 this forever dark night"

When all is done and said, what's
a man got left; just his credit and
his name

If his woman deceives him, fucks
around, up's and leaves him; even
taking all his possessions, and
demeans him; still he can get
up again, rebuild and be an
be a better man, with his
credit and his name

No, he'll definitely not be the same, and
in his eyes and soul the whole fucking
world we'll forever ineffably be changed;
but, he can still get up, and standing
tall again, rebuild and be a better
man

Just giving that hard shit some time to go
by, let it teach and put wisdom in your
mind; having some drinks so that it all
can within ruminate, and on it thereby
you can contemplate: and, come out
of it on the other side, with a fresh
slate, being a better man