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Created on: April 24, 2008
Oh, Satan sure looks handsome in the moonlight,
Cos moonlight's when my true temptation dawns.
I go dancing with my demons every sunset
Hell's fires only adding to my own.
Oh, Lucifer looks tempting in the darkness,
The fire-flames of his city light his face.
He has as yet no princess in his blackness
Though many queens as yet traverse that place.
Oh, Beelzebub looks gorgeous in the night time,
His golden angel face transformed by pain.
My demons and my own sweet hell reclaim me
His wonders fill my senses once again.
Mi Diablo es bonito in the star light,
His fires and pain rekindling my own.
His demons whisper blackness to my sleeping;
"Come to me and claim your fire-crown"
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