Creature of night

Smell of cold meat in the air
I get to feel because something is for coming
It is when the night arrives that i free myself something
Different runs in my veins

When I am here with the dead
I look for the cross with her name
So close in so far for that my desire
Increases to remove you of the profundities
And to do feel my heat with her cold mud
Creature of Night

Sphere of night that illuminates me
That transforms me and detest you
Sphere of night with meat smell and of slaughter

It is when the night arrives that i free myself something
Different runs in my veins