Do You Remember? What You Have Done To That Body? 

You Are Still Aware To Remember. 

Poet, Infamous Poet, 

Your Feather Never Wrote Something So Vile 



That Body... Its Grave Violated By You 

Under The Darkness Of The Night You Led It, 

On Gallop, To The Solar Of The Family 



In That Night, There Was No Moonlight 

You Thought Of Being Safe, After All The Attic... 

Do You Remember What You Have Done? 

You Made Love To That Cold Body, Dead Body! 

Thirsty, Thirsty Of Sensuality And Madness! 



And After That, Still Trembling And Excited, 

You Took That Old White Weapon, 

Still Shining The Sharp Edge 

Destroying The Body Piece By Piece, 

Yes, You Had To Do It 

What Feelings Have You Tasted In That Moment? 

Which Emotions Have You Tasted In That Moment? 



You Thought Of Throwing The Pieces In The Fire... 

To Fire! Amused By That, You Didn't Notice 

The Light Coming Closer... 



A Woman’S Shout Was Heard... 

Afraid And Furious You Rose, 

Moving Towards The Intruder 

It Was The Poor Maid... 



She Let The Light Fall From Her Hands, 

She Has Also Fallen To The Ground. 

She Was The Maid... 

You Hurt Her With Your Sharp Sword 



You Lift The Light Still Lit, 

Looking At That Pale Face, Without Expression 

And She Was The Maid... 



And You Decide To Write 

These Blaming Words, 

With Your Own Blood, 

Blood Of Your Own Wrist Cut By Yourself 

With The Same Sharp Edge That 

Put An End To Your Love... 



Now Your Tragedy Is Written In Red 

In The Words Of The Cuserd Black Metal Book 

Forever And Ever Your Madness Will Be Readed 

In The Dark Chapter Of Insanity 



Is Too Late To Coming Back, Poet... 

Well Come To Hell 

Your Destiny Is Sealed In Fire 

Sealed As The Grave Of The Mind, 

Once You Loved Pain 

Remorse, Guilty And Death... Do You Remember? What You Have Done To That Body? 

You Are Still Aware To Remember. 

Poet, Infamous Poet, 

Your Feather Never Wrote Something So Vile 



That Body... Its Grave Violated By You 

Under The Darkness Of The Night You Led It, 

On Gallop, To The Solar Of The Family 



In That Night, There Was No Moonlight 

You Thought Of Being Safe, After All The Attic... 

Do You Remember What You Have Done? 

You Made Love To That Cold Body, Dead Body! 

Thirsty, Thirsty Of Sensuality And Madness! 



And After That, Still Trembling And Excited, 

You Took That Old White Weapon, 

Still Shining The Sharp Edge 

Destroying The Body Piece By Piece, 

Yes, You Had To Do It 

What Feelings Have You Tasted In That Moment? 

Which Emotions Have You Tasted In That Moment? 



You Thought Of Throwing The Pieces In The Fire... 

To Fire! Amused By That, You Didn't Notice 

The Light Coming Closer... 



A Woman’S Shout Was Heard... 

Afraid And Furious You Rose, 

Moving Towards The Intruder 

It Was The Poor Maid... 



She Let The Light Fall From Her Hands, 

She Has Also Fallen To The Ground. 

She Was The Maid... 

You Hurt Her With Your Sharp Sword 



You Lift The Light Still Lit, 

Looking At That Pale Face, Without Expression 

And She Was The Maid... 



And You Decide To Write 

These Blaming Words, 

With Your Own Blood, 

Blood Of Your Own Wrist Cut By Yourself 

With The Same Sharp Edge That 

Put An End To Your Love... 



Now Your Tragedy Is Written In Red 

In The Words Of The Cuserd Black Metal Book 

Forever And Ever Your Madness Will Be Readed 

In The Dark Chapter Of Insanity 



Is Too Late To Coming Back, Poet... 

Well Come To Hell 

Your Destiny Is Sealed In Fire 

Sealed As The Grave Of The Mind, 

Once You Loved Pain 

Remorse, Guilty And Death...