Come to me with your songs and begging bowl.
Teach me your holy deceptions.
How can I be the perfect husband
And the perfect paramour?
Come, let us robe the hearts.
Let me languish in beauty.
Anoint me with blood and thistles
Put me in the war front.
Make me the prophet of doom
Let there be fire and hundred pestilences.
Fill in me your madness and drunken ecstasy
Maddened with madness, torn into pieces.
Grab the sky, empty the sea, put down the sundials
Let me go astray in your raucous emptiness.
Gather me in your wounds
Chain me with your freedom.
Loosen the net
Let me go!