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Like a flame inside me, it grows this being in me

Fed by hate and rancor, this heat is getting stronger

Which burns, and yearns to go out and destroy

The will of keeping locked the beast, is just strategy.

Of the Demon being unleashed

There would not be anything left but to accept, the harsh and bloodt reality

Thirsty of hate, rancor and envy, it would attack without discrimination.

Sometimes I wish I could kill, sometimes I would like to unleash, this beast that remains within.

Demoniac beast inside, you moment of satisfaction

I hope not to be there, although without me you would not live

You eat from the things I see; you drink from things I feel

You maintain my proud and arrogance, you keep that typical coldness of my reality

I wish I could unleash, this possessed evil beast that burns me and grows even more and more.

Demoniac beast inside you are all that hate.