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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A 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 charlatantry
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Mefisto you're born inside of me again
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But will you speak my name in the ancient tongues
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Among thousand flames of profligacy
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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 the 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 hot 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 ephemeral and equally usual
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And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burnt till today
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Mephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleep
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The essence of 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 spell of hell!
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I shall go deeper down than Dante did
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And tame the snakes of mine
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Phallic symbols the seed of truth
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And belief in eternal life:
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With the Spell of Inferno (Mephisto)
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Behemoth |