As it is going my black angel
I can trace with the eyes
Use me in your madness
I adore when it underestimates me
When adorns me
When it perforates me

Last nights
The same ones that we swallowed in a cigarette
When we violated immaculate virgins
With our lion claws
I walked for a lost time
But I returned
I went back to our perversities

The beggars' sweet dreams
Damned sadists of the mouths of the hell
Traveling the garden of the fear
Of bushes without foliage and ashes in the ground

Then, open your legs
My instincts need your body
I need to see a painting
Of lovers died at a cemetery

I will make her to moan as a demon
To smear you of my sordid passion
Then I will take a bath her in a river of blood
And to dry your body with my tongue

Moan my name in the highest picks
Whisper as spectra of the winter
Take me my hand
And let us walk through the empty dawn
We will mock of old failed prostitutes
And your relaxed rifts