| How hard to 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 | |
| Mephisto you are born inside me again | |
| But will you speak my names in the ancient tongues? | |
| Among thousands flames of profigacy | |
| Naked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreams | |
| I strip myself of my sacred virtues | |
| The picture of male domination (and treat in blood) | |
| And blood and pride old and clotted already | |
| But I can still see its drops on my bot face | |
| And pain and candles everywhere and incense | |
| And your dream which | |
| I wish to wake up in every day... | |
| Everything so ephemental and equally unreal | |
| And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till today | |
| Mephistopheles, thousands times | |
| I saw in sleep | |
| The essence of the eternal life but have | |
| I found it? | |
| If I am who | |
| I am, then | |
| I shall bombard the human race with the spell of hell | |
| I shall go deeper down the | |
| Dante did | |
| And tame the snakes of mine | |
| Phallic signs and symbols, the seed of truth | |
| And belief in eternal life... |