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The night has come to take
With his impressive darkness,
His lunar sheen seems to love me
And the melancholy, in my being, permanent.

The night is my friend
The night is my lover,
With his blazing darkness
Immense anthology.

His shades fall down heavily in my back,
I support them and captivated post.

Announcing with stars of sword
A fortunate place.

This night, only I am with my thoughts,
This night, I search my real being,
This night, I look for my bloody recollections;

This night I wait for my dawn...

And if for the semidarkness it was looking for you,
Only my shade I was finding;

It stakes in my heart fixed
So thirsty for plasma longed.

Night being I am,
Raven of the glooms,
Panther of dark jungles,
I implore you only today.

Sleepwalker I cross the alone and sad streets
Lit by your particular light,
Sleepwalker because you smiled.

Pacified by your loneliness.

Nocturne is my name
As any spectral being,
Taciturn mediocre vampire
Dead man in life for the darkness...