How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty

How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth

A livid skies over Wittenberg

And the empty streets and pavements of the town

Everything sinks into dead tears

And craves 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 flowing 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 usual

And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burnt 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: