Crepúsculo
Hamadria
Twilight
In the death of the sun
The lunar twilight
The emptiness of my voice
Will sing to you
Words will remain
Words that will be
Pure magic
In the deep darkness
As the moon touches the sea
They condemn my body with each dawn
In your skin, eternal lover, take me
I curse being what I am
And not feeling your warmth
Not hearing your heartbeat
I curse this pain, angel of the dark
Your gaze so nocturnal
