How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty
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How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth
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And livid skies over Wittenberg
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And the empty streets and pavements of the town
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Everything sinks into dead tears
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And craves for charlatantry
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Mephisto you are born inside me again
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But will you speak my names in the ancient tongues?
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Among thousands flames of profigacy
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Naked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreams
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I strip myself of my sacred virtues
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The picture of male domination (and treat in blood)
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And blood and pride old and clotted already
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But I can still see its drops on my bot face
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And pain and candles everywhere and incense
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And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day...
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Everything so ephemental and equally unreal
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And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till today
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Mephistopheles, thousands times I saw in sleep
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The essence of the eternal life but have I found it?
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If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race
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with the spell of hell
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I shall go deeper down the Dante did
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And tame the snakes of mine
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Phallic signs and symbols, the seed of truth
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And belief in eternal life...
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With Spell Of Inferno
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Behemoth |