Alcoholic Servitude

Lead me towards your light like the three wise me of old oh famous STAR. Make me a grand gladiator in your sacrid arena,tasting ultimate victory oh GULDER. Tune my ears to your alluring melody, great HARP of ancient singers. Lead me to the path where my diva lie still,awating my reviving touch,am at your servitude dear EVA WINE. Lure me away sir MAC DOWEL. To your hidden shrine lord MISEUR PASCAL. Spin my head, and sway my feet,down your liquor path,follows i in full pace,the grand SPINOF ICE. Extend my greeting to your brothers,tell them about my battle with the DRY GIN. And my chronicles at the great temple of DEROK. My dance with the LEGEND and miss CALIPSO don't fail to mention. I tried my devoted BEST,revived by the almighty BULLET, defy the RED LABEL but falls under the giddy claws of ANDRE. In sacrid servitude to alcohol birth forth this lines.