Текст песни Parzival - Seraph

Tormented by spiritual thirst ,
In the gloomy desert I dragged ,
And the six-winged seraph
I was at a crossroads ;
Thin fingers like a dream
He touched my eyes :
And I listened to the sky shudder ,
And heavenly angels flying.
And he clung to my lips ,
And tore my sinful tongue ,
And prazdnoslovny and crafty,
And the sting of the snake mudryya
In my mouth cold
Put the right hand bloody .