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"December. 1450 A.D.,

The plague devastates the mankind,

The despair takes hold of the streets.

Through the window,

I see people that doesn't have anything

Besides the cold as their only bed,

Where they spill their cold winter tears..."

Oh pain! Sovereign of the human feelings

Suffering, the tyrant that desolates the souls

The chaos is supreme

Disillusion, the cause of my anguish

My spirit rest in the darkness

As a lethal glance involved in mourning

I hear the silence, but

Full grief screams destroy my desires

In the echoes of the infinite

My body, whose face nobody knows

Removes the last vital forces

Of those which in vain seek salvation

I destroy their hopes and take them for my

Darkness

However, the splendor of thy face

Illuminated me

With rays of freedom

Thou wert the more beautiful damsel

Conceived by the nature

As Goddess of Salvation

My Salvation

The innocence of thy glance bewitched

The ones that dared approach of thy look

And I was too near...

My arms involved thee

My reason was far

The lust possessed us

But my demoniac nature commanded me...

The darkness dissipated all the light

All the dreams were dead

On the wall, the mirror, showed me

The unseen evil destroyed thee, my beloved

Making a horrendous supper of blood

What remains me now

Is to let the blood flow

For these incisions in my pulses

Because with blood I write my sad memories

Memories of my impure heart

Lifeless, but immortal...