Beside me relentlessly Demon stirring;
Around my fleet as an air impalpable;
I drink and I can feel my lungs burns
of a desire filling guilty and infinite.
Here, sometimes, knowing of my love for art,
In the most seductive woman appearances,
and resorting to specious pretexts of fawning
My lips used to filter depraved.
Far from the eyes of God and leads me
Panting and broken with fatigue, center
From the deep and lonely plains of Ennui,
And throw in my eyes , full of confusion,
Garments stained and gaping wounds,
And the bloody machine in Destruction Live!
