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...