Sombras

Dying of loneliness,
like a lost soul,
living without being able to love you
like a sentence.

Black eyes,
white is the skin,
cold the body,
you must only run.

Welcome to the hell
from which you won't want to escape.
Your laments are my joys
that drive me to continue.

Addicted, to you
and to your scent,
like a drug,
so drunk on the nectar of your skin
and your aroma.

Cloudy eyes,
white nudity,
cold the soul,
you must only run.

Welcome to the hell
from which you won't want to escape.
Your laments are my joys
that drive me to continue.

Come, closer, come near,
I just want to be able to bite.
Inject you with my poison
and thus be able to live eternally.

(Alone)

Welcome to the hell
from which you won't want to escape.
Your laments are my joys
that drive me to continue.

Come, closer, come near,
I just want to be able to bite.
Inject you with my poison
and thus be able to live eternally.