Screams of agony Echoing all corners The torment of a cursed and Distorted soul
Voluptous desires come from his mind A slow death to the victims Is the reason of his life Mrs. Death is his every day mate Awaits, the gift of this bad joke
First cut being done In percing rites But a hundred sticks Will not satisfy
Cult of insanity Agonizing child Losing her blood Before she dies
Screams of agony Echoing all corners The torment of a cursed and Distorted soul
You see, my darling I'm the one who won Don't leave me now The party has just begun!
