#veleno hazbin hotel

[a-bisexual-panicking]

translating in english the italian versions of the hazbin hotel songs because i have nothing better to do (part 1?)

Poison (Veleno), sang in italian by Riccardo Suarez (who dubbed Steven Universe, Henry Hart/Kid Danger and a lot more and does an amazing job in dubbing Angel Dust, check out his socials bc he's amazing)

this is the life I like

another lover and a lot of cameras

and the illusion of choice

(yeah yeah yeah)

I should have imagined it

but with the fire of your eyes you drag me away

it burns just like your lie

(yeah yeah yeah)

it's my own hell

I choose it

you are my poison

give me your poison

I can't go without it

it slides down my throat and goes down

poison

I'm filled with it

maybe tonight is the last one for me (ah ah ah ah)

tell me what you like, baby

I'm yours do what you want (ah ah ah ah)

one day you're going to kill me with your poison

lying is my job

I always know when you're going to like what I say

I give up my identity

and I will swallow all the pride that I have

you are my poison

give me your poison

the taste that chokes me

it slides down my throat and goes down

poison

I'm filled with it

maybe tonight is the last one for me (ah ah ah ah)

tell me what you like, baby

I'm yours do what you want (ah ah ah ah)

one day you're going to kill me with your poison

I'm dying, the poison is too much

even if you fill me I'm not filled

of the poison, I'm getting poisoned

I just hope tonight is the last one

[star-sara]

Olvide subir esto hace unos días

Intente hacerlos más al estilo de Vizviepop, pero no salió cómo esperaba... El único que me convenció lo suficiente fue Electric

[mostro-rotto]

Ma chi me l'ha fatto fare iniziare adesso Hazbin Hotel... vi prego quando esce la seconda stagione? 😭

[rei-the-head-shaker]

Not only am I obsessed with this song, I'm also obsessed with this song in English AND in Italian!

I think Riccardo Suarez did an amazing job! He made me love and empathize with the character even more! 🥹❤️

[frostythefrostedfox]

Hot take

I have come to make two hot takes for the price of one, and I don't care what anyone has to say because I wont be accepting any discussion on the matter (because i know i am factually correct /jk)

Poison: Spanish > Italian > English

The original song is peak, but I just went feral when I heard the spanish version, amongst the changes on the lyrics are

"I'm not above another love to cash in, Another lover underneath those flashing lights, Another one of those ruthless nights" changes to "Mi cuerpo siempre estuvo en venta, Y cada amante solo es otro del monton, Cada noche un nuevo amor", "My body was always for sale, Every lover is just another one in the pile, Every night a new love"

"What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself" to "Lo peor de todo es que me la busque", which roughly translates to "The worst part is that this is what I was looking for"

"I made my choice, and every night I'm living like there is no tomorrow" to "Me hace mal ya no hay vuelta atrás, Cada noche acabo con mi propia vida", which means "This is hurting me, there is no turning back, I'm taking my own life every night", and the second time the verse repeats, in spanish it says "No dejo de atentar contra mi propia vida", which means "I don't stop trying to end my own life"

While in italian it goes just as raw in the intro, changing it to "Questa è la vita che mi piace, Un altro amante e tante telecamere, E l'illusione di scegliere", which is "This is the life that I love, Another lover and lots of cameras, And the illusion of choosing"

The part that says "I got so good at being untrue, I got so good at telling you what you wanna hear, I dissassociate, dissapear, So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp" turns into "Mentire è il mio mestiere, So sempre quando quel che dico ti piacerà, Rinuncio alla mia identità, E l'orgoglio che io ho fino in fondo ingoierò", meaning "Lying is my job, I always know when what I say pleases you, I renounce to my identity, And I'll swallow the pride that I have"

The only reason why I put the spanish version above the italian one is because the ending in italian is kind of weak, way weaker than in the other versions, but the vocals are Chef's Kiss

[fairyb0ii]

Veleno/Poison in live💜😭🤩

[insertname8617]

is valeno based off angel dust from hazbin hotel by any chance,sorry if this is really far fetched , he just gives me those kinda fem vibes but is actually a cis man.

Also the doodles are so amazing, and if im wrong, what did inspire valeno? He seems so cool( BTW sorry if those aren't his pronouns ).

Do you think we could get some information about valeno?

Well, you caught me there! Veleno was indeed based on Angel Dust from Hazbin hotel. In fact the name Veleno translates to poison in Italian! Which also ties into Angel. Furthermore as of right now there isn't much information about him,but I can give you this,

His mother is Envy

His father is Eclipse

His sister is called Reaper

He lures cats in for the kill as a job

If Veleno was human he would most definitely be a drag queen

That's about it!

{Insertname8617}

[beevean]

Anyway I think I should watch Hazbin Hotel in Italian because I listened to some of the songs and holy shit what is this level of dubbing and adaptation???????? like?? it's actually really damn good???????? bro i am shook

I thought to translate some parts of my fave songs that made me go 👀 the most lol

(the videos have English subs up to Hell's Greatest Dad if you're interested)

Veleno (Poison)

Questa è la vita che mi piace Un altro amante e tante telecamere E l’illusione di scegliere

Translation:

This is the life I like Another lover and so many cameras And the illusion of choice

The last verse coupled with the visual of the actors hits much harder, IMO. I also like how we already start with Angel's denial that no, really, he loves this life!

Tu sei il mio veleno Dammi il tuo veleno Non posso farne a meno Mi scivola in gola e va giù Veleno, ne sono pieno Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima

Translation:

You are my poison Give me your poison I can't give up on it It goes down my throat Poison, I'm full of it This night as well might be the last one for me

In English, Angel is just saying that Valentino feeds him poison and he's addicted to it. In Italian, he's outright asking for it. Also, Angel is afraid every night that he might die for the abuse?????

Mentire è il mio mestiere So sempre quando quel che dico ti piacerà Rinuncio alla mia identità

E l’orgoglio che io ho Fino infondo ingoierò

Translation:

Lying is my job I always know when you'll like what I say I renounce to my identity

And I will swallow My own pride

It's one thing to get good at lying, and another to do it for a living.

Also I prefer the bridge in this version to the English one. We know he's swallowing poison by this point. It's more poignant to add that he's also swallowing his own pride and dignity.

(related to this, during his breakdown with Husk in the hotel, I adore that they translated "Do you know how much I'm worth?" with "Ma lo sai quanto costo?". To be worth in English could also refer to his general status, but in Italian, it can only be intended as his price as a prostitute. Man.)

Muoio, è troppo il veleno Anche se tu mi riempi non sono pieno Del veleno, così mi avveleno Questa notte spero soltanto che sia l’ultima

Translation:

I'm dying, the poison is too much Even if you fill me up I'm not full Of poison, I'm going to get poisoned I only wish this night will be my last one

... do I need to say anything? :( Riccardo Suarez is just. man. He's the perfect counterpart to Blake Roman.

Not much to point out about Fai Schifo, Baby, except that Husk says "Baby, I like you this way" and Angel Dust calls him "love" :) a bit more seriously, "fare schifo" sounds much harsher to me than "you suck", which would be the closer translation - it more literally means "to be disgusting". I really hope the Italian fandom is not as discourse-happy as the English one :^)

(also "passivello da bordello" cracks me up just as much as "power bottom at rock bottom" dhsjfhsdk it literally means "a little bottom from a brothel" but it sounds good 😭)

Il Papà Migliore Dell'Inferno (Hell's Greatest Dad)

Lucifer calls Alastor "sguattero" which is a pretty dispregiative word for "busboy" lmao, more like "scullion".

Chi è che da sempre c'è? Chi da sempre ha fede in te? Chi trasforma tutto in cabaret? L'assistente alla regia? Proprio io, il demone Che ha dato il nome all'Hazbin Hotel Inoltre ti ho sturato la toilette Proprio oggi, grazie tante

Translation:

Who has always been here? Who has always believed in you? Who turns everything into a cabaret? The assistant director? That's right, it's me, the demon Who named the Hazbin Hotel Also I unclogged your toilet Just today, thank you so much

Very interesting that now Alastor's nun cosplay directly refers to his faith in Charlie, and not just his loyalty to the hotel :)

Also nice touch that he once again gives himself credit for the name of the hotel lol, he really hated that Lucifer didn't like it

And personally I love the effect of his voice - it's different from the og dub, and it reminds me of the earliest Disney movies Italian dubs, it's nostalgic <3

Quindi Non Sai (You Didn't Know)

Tutto qui, Sera? Charlie, non esagerare No! Vuoi di più, Sera? Non vedi che un demone può amare? Se è così salvate un'anima Che altrimenti sempre brucerà

Translation:

Is that all, Sera? Charlie, don't go overboard No! Do you want more, Sera? Don't you see that a demon can love? If that's so save a soul That otherwise will burn forever

I just like a lot more how this comes across :) it's more accusatory and also it straight up says that a demon can not only improve, but love.

Another miscellaneous lines that I prefer are "Ora la bimba lo sa!" ("Now the girlie knows!") over "Now the cat's out of the bag", because Lute is an asshole; "È questo quello che mi disgusta!" ("This is what disgusts me!") over "That's what the fuck I've been saying!" because it's a more elegant emphasis; and "Come mai nascondi che tu hai le ali come noi?" ("Why do you hide that you have wings just like us?") because it's more evocative and even more cruel since Vaggie actually got her wings ripped out.

Finale

Trascino fin qui Quel resta di me Ma la morte so che Mi voleva per se Se pensano che sarei morto da eroe Mi dispiace, ma no, sono tutte bugie Io bramo soltanto la mia libertà Dal contratto che storpia la mia volontà E quando le ali io dispiegherò Finalmente il mondo piegherò

translation:

I drag here What's left of me But I know that death Wanted me for itself If they think I would die as a hero I'm sorry but they're all lies I only long for my freedom From the contract that distorts my will And when I'll unfold my wings Finally I will bend the world

First of all, Nanni Baldini is slaying just as much as Riccardo Suez in the emotional department bro what is that voice. But most importantly, "From the contract that distorts my will". This is much more poignant than the English version, and it paints Alastor as not only a puppet, but really as if part of him is acting against his own will. man.

[theraggedygirl11]

Kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

Part 1

SUMMARY: Kris is a succubus, but he hates what he is and what he's forced to do for his demon sire. Then he meets a photographer, Damon, and something special blooms between them.

PAIRING: Kris Guštin/Damon Baker

WARNINGS: (kinda implied) drug and alcohol abuse, implied non-con (not between Kris/Damon), sex (not too explicit), hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, swearing

WORDS COUNT: 2.434

LINK: AO3

NOTES: Before diving into the first chapter of this short fic, I'd like to thank @anxious-witch for beta-reading it and giving me really good advice while I was writing it and @lahobbitdiazeroth for fangirling with me, even if she's not in the fandom (kinda).

This is my first ever work I publish in English. I got inspired by Hazbin Hotel and Damon's photoshoot with our guys, and I had to write something.

I'm sorry for the angst you'll find in it, but you know who to blame.

If you want to listen to the song that inspired me, here's a link. There's also an English version (and maybe one in your own language, this series got translated into many languages). Keep in mind that it mentions toxic relationships, abuse and trauma.

È un inferno tutto mio (This hell is all mine)  

Me lo sono scelto io (And I chose all of this)  

Tu sei il mio veleno (You are my poison)  

Dammi il tuo veleno (Give me your poison) 

Non possono farne a meno (I can’t help it)  

Mi scivola in gola e va giù (It slithers into my throat and goes down)  

Veleno, ne sono pieno (Poison, I’m full of it)  

Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima (This night could be my last one too)  

Dimmi che ti piace, baby (Tell me you like it, baby)  

Sono tuo, fa ciò che più ti va (I’m yours, do whatever you want)  

Un giorno tu mi ucciderai (One day you’ll kill me)  

Col tuo veleno (With your poison)  

“I took enough pictures.” Said the photographer after a couple of hours, smiling at his model.  

Kris looked at the guy in front of him, hair almost as black as coal and deep dark brown eyes, then stood up from the ground. He was used to being alone with other men, but the more he was with this human, the more he felt a weird feeling growing inside of him. He didn’t know how to name this sensation.  

“May I go, then?” Kris asked.  

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call you when the pictures are ready.” The photographer nodded. “If you need to recompose yourself, you can stay here, I’ll give you some privacy.”  

“No, don’t worry. It’s ok.”  

Kris glanced at the human, then went to the wardrobe area to change his clothes. He felt his eyes on his body. Why was he feeling so uncomfortable? God damn, he was a fucking succubus, he shouldn’t feel like this when a human was staring at him! Because that photographer was enchanted by his beauty, right? He should be.  

But Kris  perceived this specific human in a completely different way because he was looking at him differently, like he wanted to analyse him. Look right into his soul. If only he still had one.  

* * *

Another night, another lover, another soul to bring closer to damnation. It didn’t matter if it was a male or a female human being. He still enjoyed the physical proximity, the skin-on-skin contact, the moans. He was still a demon that fed on pleasure and sexual intercourses.   

But that night his mind flew to another place, even if the man above and inside him was extremely gorgeous and he liked how he moved and his attention on him. For a moment he saw that photographer instead of this random human. He didn’t even remember his name. But, just for a second, he imagined he was there, with him, loving him.  

He closed his eyes and let an intense moan out. No, he needed to focus on this other man, on his soul, his job was to corrupt it. Thus, he closed the image of the photographer in a small and secluded corner of his mind and gave all his attention to this stranger.  

At the same moment, not so far from where Kris was, that same photographer, whose name was Damon, was checking the photos he took of that beautiful and young man. His mind went back to a couple of days before when he had met him in a cafe in the centre of Ljubljana. He was alone at a table, his glance was wandering around observing the people in that place. Damon had noticed a trace of sombreness in his bright blue-greenish eyes.  

He decided to approach him, talk to him, be friendly to him before asking him to take some pictures. The guy seemed kind, but there was a trace of sadness even in his voice. And he could see it even more in his photos. Kris, that was his name, was trying to be seductive, but that gloom was still perceivable behind his piercing look.  

Damon stopped his scrolling on a photo where Kris was standing against a wall, head slightly tilted on a side, hair covering one of his eyes, an arm raised and bent behind his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt with long sleeves. His golden necklace with a purple heart was visible around his neck. The heart was hidden by the shirt, but he knew it was there because he had seen it.  

Maybe he could contact him and try to talk to him to see if he could help him in some way. He seemed like he needed to talk to someone.  

The next morning he tried to call him. Someone else answered the phone, he didn’t recognize the voice.  

“Hello?”  

“Hello. Is... is this Kris Guštin?” Damon asked.  

“This is his phone, yes, but I’m a police officer.”  

“A police officer? What happened?” He pressed, apprehension in his voice.  

“The guy was arrested yesterday evening. He started a fight in a pub. He was completely wasted, high and drunk.”  

Damon’s eyes opened widely. His face paled. “Is he still at the police station?”  

“Yes. Are you a friend of his?”  

“Kind of, yes.”  

“You can come and take him away, if you want. He won’t be charged, he’s an habitue here.”  

“I-I’m coming.” He quickly replied, then ended the call. An habitue? Drugs and alcohol? Was he so that deeply stuck in his bad situation?  

He immediately went to the police station, without thinking twice about it. Kris was locked in a cell, alone and with handcuffs on his wrists. He looked like a model even in that moment, back laid against the wall, vacant eyes staring in front of him like he was lost in his own world. And that usual gloom in them.  

“Your friend here came for you, Guštin.” Said the police officer.  

The demon turned to look at him and was surprised to see the photographer. He stood up and got closer to the entrance of the cell. The police officer freed him from the handcuffs, then gave him his phone back and let him go with Damon.  

“Thank you.” Whispered Kris once they got out of the police station. He let his phone slip inside one pocket in his trousers, then put his hands in his jacket pockets.  

“I know you don’t know me, but what happened? Is... is everything ok?” Damon was more than worried, Kris could hear the concern in his words.  

“Yes.” he replied. “Everything’s ok.”  

“You used drugs. You drank, a lot. That’s not ok.”  

“I’m fine.” He almost snarled at him, turning his head towards the photographer. “Why did you come, anyway?”  

“I wanted to talk to you.” Damon explained. “You seemed lonely and sad. I was worried.”  

Kris blinked and winced a bit. He was truly worried? His senses weren’t wrong, then.  

“I’m... fine, I told you.”  

“I know you don’t know me.” He repeated then continued. “But I’m here, if you want to talk to me.” The human smiled shyly, yet he could see friendliness in his eyes. He didn’t perceive any lust coming from him.  

“Thanks.” He murmured.  

* * *

In the next weeks Kris kept doing his job as succubus. Almost every day he had at least one new lover, male or female it didn’t matter. His sire chose each new prey for him and he couldn’t refuse.  

But he also started going out with the photographer. He learned his name, Damon. He was a lovely person. He didn’t talk much, however he compensated for it with his presence. His closeness was uncomfortable at the beginning, but after a few times the demon started appreciating it.  

The moments spent with Damon quickly became the most awaited ones for the succubus. He started laughing at his jokes, he talked more, he even shared some bits of his life, obviously he kept them pretty vague. He couldn’t tell him he was a demon. He needed this friendship. He missed being human, having friends to hang out with.  

Kris loved when Damon talked about his job. He could almost physically touch the passion he radiated when explaining his art and his vision.  

“And you saw all of this in me?”  

“Yes. And even more.” Damon nodded, then looked at him. “There’s a whole world behind those sad eyes and I wanted to eternalize them.”  

“A world behind them?”  

“Yes. I see that you are happier since we started hanging out, but there’s always a shadow in them, sometimes it’s nearer, sometimes it’s in the back, but it’s always present, lurking around. There’s something in your life that makes you feel sad, that maybe you’d like to change but for some reason you can’t.” He gently touched one of Kris’s hands.   

The demon was petrified. How...? He read right through him like an open book. Was it because he was an artist? Did artists like him have a different way of seeing life and people?  

“I want you to know that I’m still here for you, if you want to talk about whatever is making you feel this lost.” Damon looked right into his eyes. Kris felt his heart falter.  

He wanted to scream, to say out loud that he didn’t want to be a succubus anymore, that he was tired of being a slave and following every order his sire gave him, that he just wanted to become a human again, go back and not say “yes” to that contract. His mouth opened to speak, but no sounds left it.  

Damon was human. He wouldn’t understand. He would probably think that he was crazy, that drugs and alcohol destroyed his mind and his ability to think with clarity. He was his little happy bubble in between a huge red and black world overruled by pain, suffering and damnation.  

“It’s... complicated, Damon. Too complicated.” He whispered in the end, closing his eyes. A tear ran down his face, but never reached his chin because a gentle touch caught it.  

“When you are ready, Kris.” Damon murmured with a tender voice. ��Only when you are ready. I’ll wait, even years, if it’s necessary for you to be comfortable enough to speak about it.”  

Kris startled and sobbed. His heart was hit by an invisible dagger. How could a human soul be so kind? How could two creatures so different like them meet? Damon behaved like a blessed soul from heaven with him, a damned soul transformed into a being of corruption.  

Damon took Kris into his arms and gently stroked his hair. The succubus grabbed his shirt, he was his safety net and he didn’t want to let him go.  

But he had to. His sire called him that evening and he punished him for behaving like a pathetic child with that human. This time he had three lovers, three muscular men. He felt stronger, the energy radiating from them was so delicious and so invigorating that he had to close his eyes because his head was spinning, but they were rough and violent with him. And so went on for seven days.  

Damon saw Kris again a week after their last afternoon together. He appeared in front of his door during a night storm, completely wet and with a tired, distant look in his eyes.  

“Kris, what happened?” He immediately asked.  

“Can-can I come in?” Kris replied, his voice was trembling and his entire figure was shaking. He wrapped his own arms around his body.  

Damon let him in, closing the door behind him, then rushed to get a big towel from the bathroom. He put it around Kris while guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him.  

“Dear, what happened?” He asked again.  

Kris slowly showed his trembling arm, the interior part of his forearm was filled with small red holes, clearly signs of syringe pricks. His hand was twitching. Damon turned white.   

“Who did this to you?” He pressed, extremely concerned. “You need to go to a hospital, right now, you could have an overd-”  

“I’m fine.” Kris managed to say. “I-I will be. Few hours.”  

Kris moved his arm nearer to his body, but Damon grabbed his wrist with care. “You could die.”  

He shook his head vehemently. “I won’t die. I can’t die. Not like this.”  

“Kris, you are a human being, drugs can kill y-”  

“Stop worrying about me!” he shouted. “I will be fine.” He repeated it like a mantra. If he kept saying these words, they would become true eventually, wouldn’t they?  

He closed his eyes. “P-please, I just need a safe place to stay. You... you are the only person I know here.”   

Damon let him take a shower, a long and hot one. He also lent him some dry clothes and prepared some food for him. Kris ate without saying a word while keeping his eyes low. His hands suffered less spams, the drugs’ effects were dissolving pretty quickly.   

Damon continued observing Kris. The summer storm outside didn’t give any sign of wanting to calm down, in that moment there was a bright lightning and a loud thunder. The thunderbolt lighted up the whole room and Damon noticed a weird shadow around Kris, like he had some sort of wings closed behind his back. He shook his head, he must have been tired to see things that didn’t exist.  

An hour later Kris was sleeping in Damon’s bed, his face was more relaxed. Damon was totally awake on the other side of the bed. He was observing the younger man. He didn’t see anything else weird on him, but he remembered he noticed some weird shadows in some of the pictures he took months ago.   

Damon grabbed his laptop, opened it and searched for those photos. He observed them attentively and he saw something indeed. In some of them the “wings” were barely visible, but they were there. In other pictures he saw weird horns rise from his forehead. In some others there was some sort of tail around Kris.  

They were just shadows or reflections, but those elements were there. Was this possible? Or was it a weird coincidence? Kris didn’t have wings or a tail, or even horns! He turned to look at him while he was sleeping. Should he ask Kris what was that?  

Damon put away his laptop and laid down, turned towards Kris. In the dim light of the room he examined him: he seemed relaxed and peaceful while he was resting, he couldn’t see anything weird on him. Could he really be some supernatural creature? While he kept thinking about this possibility, he slowly drifted off, the tiredness winning on his restless whirl of thoughts. 

[firewalker]

Hazbin Hotel in italiano

Voi ditemi quello che vi pare, ma io darei l'Oscar, il Nobel e la medaglia Fileds a Oreste Baldini (adattatore dei dialoghi), Rossa Caputo (adattatrice dei testi delle canzoni e doppiatrice di Charlie Stella del Mattino), Riccardo Suarez (voce di Angel Dust, per Veleno)

e Valentina Favazza (voce di Lute, la seconda in comando di Adamo, per quelle due righe di Quindi non sai)

[a-bisexual-panicking]

may I introduce you to my current obsession: this two losers right here

I love them. Love their song(s). Husk is my favourite character of Hazbin Hotel, and Angel is immediately second. I love Angel's italian dubber, he manages to express so much emotion in his voice (even if you don't understand italian I suggest to watch a few little minutes of that dubbing, especially the ones before the song "Losers, baby" and the song "Poison", "Veleno" in italian). And I love the chemistry that there is between this two. They love eachother so fucking much. I fucking love huskerdust and I don't care if it's not canon because it is in fact it's enough to look at them to get it. If something bad happens to them I'm going to fucking catch you Vivienne.

[star-sara]

•Veleno• (Valentino x Vaggie child)

(Aclaración: Antes de que me pregunten de cuál me fume, aclaro primero que NO los shipeo, segundo solo lo hice porque quería y quise ver como sería el engendro de estos dos, además me encantó el diseño que le hice)

‣ Datos de Veleno

• Es el hijo accidental de Valentino y Vaggie

• No fue deseado por ninguno de los dos, vaggie queria deshacerse de él pero Charlie la convenció de tenerlo, asegurándole que ella la ayudaría con todo lo necesario

• Tiene 24 años

• Vive solo pero visita regularmente a su madre, muy rara vez visita a Valentino

• Vivió la mayor parte de su vida en el hotel hazbin, y bajo la influencia de Charlie, convirtiéndolo en alguien más bueno y "estable" que su padre

• Se le insinua a los demás y hace chistes de doble sentido, pero no le interesa coger

• Es bueno con las pistolas, aunque prefiere las navajas

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Hazbin Hotel → Vizviepop

Veleno → me pertenece

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[solobrividiecoraggio]

Tu sei il mio velenoo, dammi il tuo velenoo

Un gusto che mi strozza mi scivola in gola e va giù

Veleno, ne sono pieno

anche questa notte per me forse è l'ultimaaAAaaaAAA

Dimmi che ti piace baby sono tuo fa ciò che più ti vaaAAaaaAAA

un giorno tu mi ucciderai col tuo veleno

Sì, se avessi Prime Video darei subito una possibilità ad Hazbin Hotel, le canzoni in cui canta anche il doppiatore di Sprig (Amphibia) valgono sicuramente un'occasione a questa serie.