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...