What passionate hatred, what infernal pains,
Mixed with thy being in the womb of Death
?
Blistering
fire runs,
Scorching,
terrific suns.
Through body and soul in this abominable
Marriage
of demon power
Subtle and strong and sour,
A draught of ichor of the veins of Hell !
Curses leap leprous, epicene,
unclean.
The soul of the Obscene
Incarnate
in the spirit
: and above
Hangs
Sin, vast vampire, the corrupt, that swings
Her unredeeming wings
Over the world, and flaps for lust of Death —and Love!
Venus.
This man was drained of music !
Five new songs
Chase the three ancient to oblivion
!
Oh !
Love
is grown fury !
TannhAuser.
Kill me!
Venus.
In the kiss.
[ Tannhduser
sleeps.
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