Lunatic, phrenetic, pathetic! Give me of thy flesh and thy bone, Guide me through the mystery Of ugliest aesthetics – I shall never make it alone! Lunatic, phrenetic, pathetic! Beacon of the wisdom unborn, Don't thou ever mock me For my actions erratic – I confuse the right and the wrong...
And when I pray, don't play a saint! Respond to me and speak thy wish – I give my word: I shall obey! And if I fall, don't punish me! I am thy most respectful son, I shall consign my life to thee! And if I stop, direct my hand! I want to be thy ruthless sword And push the balance to the end! And when I bleed, don't heal my wound! Thou better teach me to deprive The feeble mortals of the gift of life!
Lunatic, phrenetic, pathetic! Give me of thy heart and thy soul, Let my dreams and nightmares Be the visions prophetic, May I never doubt nor fault! Lunatic, phrenetic, pathetic! Master of the darkness and void, Take my breath as soon As I cease to be ecstatic – But let me ere name thee my Lord!