I cross the sweet catacombs of a morbid cemetery I dig a sepulcher until the last grain of sand I violate that sad and gloomy coffin Infested of worms and rotten meats Bones! I take them to the mouth Under a silvered and bizarre moonlight To the beautiful eyes of bats, owls and candles... ...In my insatiable thirst for blood Candles! Which illuminate my way back home But, before, I satiate my insane thirst My necromantic pain which numbs Satan With my untamable lusts and intimate depravities