How hard I fall asleep when I miss your majesty
How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth
And livid skies over Wittenberg

And the empty streets and pavements of the town
Everything sinks into dead tears
And craves for charlatantry


Mefisto you're born inside of me again
But will you speak my name in the ancient tongues


Among thousand flames of profligacy
Naked bodies flowwing in the stream of wild dreams

I strip myself of my sacred virtues
The picture of male domination (and the treat in blood)


And blood and pride old and clotted already
But I can still see its drops on my hot face
And pain and candles everywhere and incense

And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day...

Everything so ephemeral and equally unreal

And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till today

Mephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleep

The essence of eternal life, but have I found it?

If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race

With spell of hell!
I shall go deeper down than Dante did
And tame the snakes of mine

Phallic symbols the seed of truth
And belief in eternal life...