This bread I break was once the oat, br This wine upon a foreign tree br Plunged in its fruit; br Man in the day or wine at night br Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy. br br Once in this time wine the summer blood br Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine, br Once in this bread br The oat was merry in the wind; br Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down. br br This flesh you break, this blood you let br Make desolation in the vein, br Were oat and grape br Born of the sensual root and sap; br My wine you drink, my bread you snap.