El Príncipe de la Dulce Pena III

The devil hums
whispered songs in the ear.
Blasphemous caress, even though he sees
my death with every beat.
He sings poems of gloomy verses,
brings his mouth close and presses it to mine.
His breath is dead, his lips are smooth,
he swears to me sadness and melancholy.
Corrupts my body with a single kiss.
His body is of a female, of a man his sex.
The devil often sings me a lament
of eternal nights when there is a full moon.
And when he takes me and uses me, I tell him
to bring me hell, my sweet condemnation.
Lord of filth,
Prince of Sweet Sorrow,
my blood caresses me.
Today I am yours, there is a full moon.