The top becomes the bottom 
The fantasy becomes reality 
The conceptions change 
The landmarks dissolve

And all becomes intermingled

To flirt with the despicable 
In a trance without end 
Where the ice burns 
Like glowing embers 
And where one shatters 
By fits and starts of sperm 
The morale of men

Serve another god 
Lose another dream

Sentiments imprison and leave 
Their victims without defense 
Love is a poison which 
Flourishes in the heart of the weak

From the lower world we direct 
The attraction of the distasteful 
Makes us ignore the vile 
Since only from below 
Can one better see the heights