Te Honro En El Espanto

Since your voice, like a steam whistle,
Bathes me and my eyes, for you dare to face the coffin,
Since your red cloak gives me a delight that's half chilly, half cardinal.

I honor you in the horror of a lost necromancer's chamber,
Where your lifeless face is entranced over a warm,
Like on a headboard, and because you are,
Beloved and cherished ideal, of my blood,
Feeling that the convulsed life is a bridge to the abyss
Where we go, you and I, my kisses travel over you in devoted rows on a sacrilegious shroud of skulls,
It will be an erotic night, with this erotic moon,
In this erotic moon, it will be an erotic night.

I honor you in the horror of a lost necromancer's chamber,
Where your lifeless face is entranced over a warm,
Like on a headboard, and because you are,
Beloved and cherished ideal, of my blood,
Feeling that the convulsed life is a bridge to the abyss
Where we go, you and I, my kisses travel
Over you in devoted rows on a sacrilegious shroud of skulls, it will be an erotic night, with this erotic moon,
In this erotic moon, it will be an erotic night.