My features flexing in the absinth jar, the tempest in the tea cup
Well, these are the ways to go if the Devil finds work for idol hands to do
How do you dare to take my hand?
And say you won’t forget
The blood ran through and spilled onto the marble floor
Where to go when she is running cold?
The Devil takes the hindmost, but not the oblique beast below
May I become the last he curses mercy on, don’t make me leave
May I become the last he curses mercy on, don’t make me
She was the one who fell for the wicked ones, please take me
Thrown into the hotbed of vice, I am a Shakespeare’s son
Devil minded among the evil ones, she was the one who fell for the wicked ones
Suddenly, far out in the sea I was searching for myths and sunken ships, pearls and sudden wits