I love to see you writhe in throe The more you suffer my lust grows I slit your throat and tear your flesh My desire will be your death
SADIST (Tormentor)
I welter in blood I rape and slay Stab sliver lacerate so many lusts to satisfy To still my hunger another must die
SADIST (Tormentor)
But now the sand of time is running out I feel old (so cold) Can hear the bell toll So week (must sleep) Can hear my victims shout Can't stand their cries their call
I gotta pay for my lusts... They're dragging me down...
