I am ruined by the flesh and blood of my father
for sensations vivid fresh, I am condemned to be its hunter
for a piece of shining diamond in the mud, my life I would barter
now of all perishable things, why must it be you I go after

the personification of temptation, a manifestation of evil,
I shiver at the the sight of you,
but now the world I would fight for you

the mingling of breath
is a touch of death