Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond god's love
And run my fingers through the hair...
Thou, sharper than a dagger thrust
Sinking into my plaintive heart,
Thou, frenzied and arrayed in lust,
Strong as a demon host whose art.
— Jacques LeClercq 譯
There is a demon inside her who came from hell
And he turns my eyes from god, oh, I fell
He puts this inside me I'm ashamed to tell
Without my god inside I'm just a burning shell...
Eventhough her eyes seem to lead us to hell
She may be more pure more pure than the words can tell
The same of Eve she has in her I know so well
For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell
It's not like I made myself a list,
Of new and different ways to murder your heart.
I'm just painting that's still wet,
If you touch me, I'll be smeared
You'll be stained,
Stained for the rest of your life
- Notre dame de paris: Bell
- Charlies Baudelaire: Le vampire
- Marilyn Manson: Leave a scar