I cross the sweet catacombs of a morbid cemetery

I dig a sepulcher until the last grain of sand

I violate that sad and gloomy coffin

Infested of worms and rotten meats



Bones!

I take them to the mouth

Under a silvered and bizarre moonlight

To the beautiful eyes of bats, owls and candles...

...In my insatiable thirst for blood



Candles!

Which illuminate my way back home

But, before, I satiate my insane thirst

My necromantic pain which numbs Satan

With my untamable lusts and intimate depravities