Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Who cares? Your skin, like ivory light,

Is pink, and white, and gold, it glows.

It smells so sweet, your flesh—perverse

Or not, who cares? It softly stirs

My flesh, dear God, until it flows!

Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Dark or bright.

Your flesh, so wild, cradles my skin,

My madness feeds on yours within—

And sacred words are sworn today!

Through your touch, my own flesh unbinds,

Whatever holds it, now unwinds—

It gives itself, come what may!

Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Dark or bright.

And as for souls, dear lady, tell,

You know, my soul and yours as well—

Do we not care? Of course, we do!

But here on Earth, not yet above,

We’re bound to life, to flesh, to love,

Not to the heavens, but here and true.

And here on Earth, we must embrace

The fleeting joy, the fleeting grace,

And swoon in pleasure’s sweet dismay.

Let’s love, my wicked little tease,

As rivers run and birds sing free,

For love alone should guide our way.

Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Whether your soul is dark or bright,

Dark or bright.

Dark or bright,

Dark or bright.