Through the Opera house narrow corridors He walks alone Leaving an empty stage and vivid lights Forty three years old, but nobody's at home, as he returns To drink his desperate love away tonight As every other night God has turned your back to me Why can't you see? I'm alone in this world And this world is so cruel to me Ah, broken fantasies Torn in between the embodied dreams and illusive reality Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Giving a languid glance at gathering fancy crowd As every night In the royal box, like the ghost from distance past Her precious and indifferent face in a faded light Like an ancient mask Had blown his mind away with sudden blast Forgotten pain of lust Under the autumn skies of Prague Completely wet and drunk On roof, concealed by rain and fog Speaks tete-a-tete to God "I begged for mercy every night But you denied my call You're deaf and selfish antipath Let Satan take my soul" Take my soul God has turned your back to me Why can't you see? I'm alone in this world And this world is so cruel to me Ah, broken fantasies Torn in between the embodied dreams and illusive reality Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell Boring hell Satan asked for an orchestra Boring hell