The divine sculptor forms the man from clay
Venus picked out her heavenly prey
The blood flows back to the child
His evil dreams are revived
The muse heaves a painful sigh in the dark
He will live with the eternal deadly charge
A living shrine revered to the high skies
A goodly soul defined with a human trunk
Dirty blood on his body is flowing
The master throws his mask on him
Because life needs stronger offsprings
And the man stays uncracked till the end
Orpheus’ body is torn apart by the boys
To reach the dirty baffing exploits
Another in vein born child to this world
There’s a secret by the fate to offer