Ils furent transportés d'astres en étoiles
Ils tombèrent dans des pays d'argile
Dans la boue, le sable et le limon
And there was I, tearing my heart apart
Teaching my soul to cry
Praying my mind to die.
And now speaks the Evil, with brightness in the eyes
With fire on his lips and Hell inside his arms
And torn wings in his back
And lust right in his breath
I might not confess it :
My heaven’s on his chest.