Diabulus in Musica (en inglés)

Diabulus in Musica
I sleep in a magical chord
and awake to hear him play,
I am the essence of humanity.
Represent promiscuity,
sick souls of peace
I stand, I am freedom
your body and do not charge with faith.

And now tell me how much better your soul,
and now asks for money or pleasure,
dream of curing cancer,
AIDS was a thing of the Lord.
I want to be with you
and feed your mouth,
Sometimes sleep pain
in a song
I know you love die of decadent
lugubrious kisses
Burn in me.
Fresh Prince of penalty am
and my blood nourishes your being,
the lust of my wings touches your breasts
and spider your skin,
drinking, drunk your vices,
decide, orgasms or love,
the only church that illuminates is a burning,
the Nazarene sleeps his cross.
I want to be with you and feed your mouth,
Sometimes the pain sleeps in a song
I know I'll die of love decaying, dingy kisses
Burn in me.
Oh lord the king of sorrow,
sweet angel of pain
drink the gall of my mouth,
blasphemous, come and make love to me.

I want to be with you and feed your mouth,
there are times when the pain sleeps in a song,
if you play in my honor, I will leave this hell,
Give me your soul does not want to die.
In the mystical realm of music, a powerful chord lulls me to sleep and awakens me to the haunting melody played by a mysterious being. I am the embodiment of humanity, a complex mix of desires and contradictions....