The wish by night...
Eternity and blood...
your face pale
is my wish and my hate.
One renascence obscure to enlighten
along the shadows of shady crepuscule
in your silver grin…
My darling… My soul is broken…
My darling… your heart is darkling…
Still have blood in your lips,
vestige of your victim,
so now take my hand,
the night expectation are us.
The mask of the smile,
shady disguise,
strip lethal,
and my heart bled lonely,
in subtile sanguinary of your lips…
My darling… My soul is broken…
My darling… your heart is darkling…
*Short version