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The deepest night,

envelops my secret fears,

I walk in the shadow,

of my inner impulses.

unholy desires,

Slave to pleasure,

I crawl in its furrow,

My will is broken,

My scars are hungry,

For eternal drunkenness,

I feed them,

so they'll be quiet.

I want to forget myself

I want to numb the pain

with voracious desires

They consumes my will

My scars are hungry

They demand the nectar

that the gods are created

To reach the artificial paradises

unholy desires,

Slave to pleasure,

I crawl in its furrow,

My will is broken,

My scars are hungry,

For eternal drunkenness,

I feed them,

so they'll be quiet.