El Príncipe de la Dulce Pena II

I am banished from the light
tortuous monologue with death,
funebre cry of the moonlit
I cry pity, I cry my fate

Unfortunately of sacrilegious kisses
sweet bitterness of the fallen Pariah
your blood is perfume, once smelled
make drunkards roam your body,
my lips imprisoned by your walls
wounded by your youth

My body in my coffin awaits you (ah)
made of sadness, sex, and wood
tinted with the blood of a river
from your dark side, from your shadowy corner

Still my tomb is impregnated
with the smell of your last kisses,
still my pillow cries your absence
because it has you so far away

I invoke your name and howl at the moon
I am the filth, the one who only fills you
I am... who I am...
your Prince of Sweet Sorrow

Listen to my panting that lodges in your neck
light or darkness, let your soul choose.