Ii en coute a qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame O temps! o moeurs! J'ai beau crier Tout le monde se fait payer
feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart The affection of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses me And as the panting ceases My
Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore Fill your cups of Christ, I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is
, the whispered sighs Frightening lust Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine Words are more effects when concealed Through the halflight on her body My
Break your back to help the wretched My blood has learned what fear is My skin itching insane My mouth spills with excrement Eyes burned away My spine
