Raise your glass up to the nightnAnd drink ye of your fillnCome and taste the dark delight nAnd take of Heaven's milknnIt's the only one, the holy onenManna from the stars abovenThe liquid flame of fire and shamenJ�germeister, its sacred namennIn the heat of a summer nightnOr when the cold wind blowsnWhen your soul yearns to be freenThere's comfort in the liquid goldnnAnd in your handnThe Promised LandnThe universe at your commandnTo ecstasy from despairnJ�germeister will take you there, Oh yeahnnJ�germeister (8x)nnWhen the dread cold hand of DeathnIs heavy on your heartnWhen all hope and love is lost and your world torn apartnJ�germeister, J�germeisternThe sweetest blood from the veins of PannBacchus, Dionysus, lead me up to the lips of Isis