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You still look at me when I fall to (my) knees

Every day at dawn, with devotion

And you look at me after dark

When I wash away the dirt of the day... With a prayer

In a clean robe like a loyal servant

I flee into blissful sleep

The morning is idyllic, inspired by love

I begin my holy day

Today I will praise the name of the lord

The name of the lord I will humbly pronounce

I go out with hope the filthiness strikes

Under a black sky no one demands love

Under a black sky nobody believes the truth

Under a black sky nothing will ever change

Like an inspired conqueror I fire up my desires

Under my gaze all resistance is extinguished

Heaven and hell!

Spilled blood mixes with sand

Sometimes you see that anger in my eyes

The anger mixed with dread, mixed with fear

And it's only sometimes that madness calls to me

Sometimes you want me to be tender

But you see blood-grey hands clenched into fists

And these are just the moments when the anger is madness

I am the fuse, you are the match

I'm the wood you're the spark

You still look at me when I fall to knees

Every day at dawn, every day in chains

Locked in your words, locked in my imagination

In the guidance of the wise, in the oracles of the saints