"Oh rose, thou art sick

The invisible worm that flies in the night

In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed of crimson joy

And his dark secret love

Doth life destroy"

(Wm. Blake)

Oh fallen star of wormwood grace

Grant me the smile of Janus face

Give me a twin identity

A false integrity

To my city set upon the hill

With a godlike view at my own will

Give me the cure for the world´s pain

Give me the god of Cain

For damned in forbearance I have crawled

Half awake Iïve gotten old

I got the gum card of every sin

Sent for the Christ to win

Deviltry

Some simple deviltry

Black deviltry

The vice of kings and knaves

The king of kings and knaves

Bunch of slaves

For I got no promises to keep

Wouldn´t bother to sow even less to reap

And I know there´s sense in being sane

There´s reality to blame

But I still got something resembling pride

So one more time give me a ride

Crush in my nasal bone and ride

Rattle my spine