I want what's inexpressible! br Impudent, I play with fire without a queen br br My queen-reason is under the knight's hooves br What joy to lose to the fire! br br What flaming in the uncombed night br From slender you, as from a candle! br br How you've fired-up br The idea of sin! br br I writhe but the cry of my flesh is bliss br The heretic is already freed by the fire br br Gul'ripshi br New York Paris Madrid in flames br And someone dear to me burns in them br br But if from the heretic's fire br The flame leaps to some poor bastard's roof br br All the heretic burns for br Shall be forever damned to hell br br For truth, when you burn down the scene br of someone nearby, br Is no longer truth but a lie.