Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Pandemonic Incantations

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