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