I have no Lord!
I'm in no God!
Oh I'm the punishment of opened pains
here in the inn of heart
the holy wine glass
filled with burning coal;
I it ravishingly as well as ravenously
I'm going to die
death kisses me mirthfully
I regain the life of humiliation
Oh no mortification of thought
cuddling me
here I'm the S-I-N refugee! ! !
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I have no Lord! I'm in no God! Oh I'm the punishment of opened pains here in the inn of heart the holy wine glass filled with burning coal; I it ravishingly as well as ravenously I'm going to die death kisses me mirthfully I regain the life of humiliation Oh no mortification of thought cuddling me here I'm the S-I-N refugee! ! !