The temptation ripping my heart,
My black soul, which sickle consumerism lost without reason,
Deer dead for then let yourself go with the sweet temptation.
Abominable cruelty of the immortal spirit
Consume my body in perfect temptation then, without me losing the taste of poison passion, a book of reason.
Dark Angel carnal, having my immortal spirit.
My heart is faint, without passion fruit it's brutal temptation.
Sickle black the sky darkens, my body trembles at the power of temptation,
I'm so happy to think of the temptation
Sweet scythe of corruption.
You're so happy because of my own destruction,
The pleasure in you is my own temptation.
My body is the mantle, it dreams to temptation,
There is no salvation, where there is temptation.
I am the temple of the pleasure of temptation I am tempted by the light of heart,
For the cruelty of my flesh,
then the grave of my perdiçãofonte of my seduction, that is the cruel and sweet temptation
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