With your hair of flaming RosesnYour kiss - Medusa's touchnTurn me to a pillar of saltnTo die now would be perfectionnnThen my loneliness closes innSo, I drink a German winenAnd drift in dreams of other livesnAnd greater timesnnWhite sheets wrap my mindnIn drunken thoughts of runes and mennWhy does the devil leave for usnThis legacy of lonelinessnnThis cry for the moonnAnd a dagger's thrustnWith your hair of flaming bloomsnAnd your eyes of saintly dusknnThen my loneliness closes innSo, I drink a German winenAnd drift in dreams of other livesnAnd greater times