With The Spell Of Inferno Lyrics
How hard to live when I long for your devil’s warmthA livid skies over WittenbergAnd the empty streets and pavements of the townEverything sinks into dead tearsAnd craves charlatantryMefisto you’re born inside of me againBut will you speak my name in the ancient tonguesAmong thousand flames of profligacyNaked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreamsI strip myself of my sacred virtuesThe picture of male domination (and the treat in blood)And blood and pride old and clotted alreadyBut I can still see its drops on my hot faceAnd pain and candles everywhere and incenseAnd your dream which I wish to wake up in every day…Everything so ephemeral and equally usualAnd this blood and candles burnt away; and they burnt till todayMephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleepThe essence of eternal life, but have I found it?If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human raceWith spell of hell!I shall go deeper down than Dante didAnd tame the snakes of minePhallic symbols the seed of truthAnd belief in eternal life…
Behemoth With The Spell Of Inferno
