Gift for Violence

Chilling screams escaping from the suffering vault
Materialized pain trapped in flesh sculptures
Pure glances of violence blind the human preys
As Satan incarnates the Worm eats their souls
Infamous guardians working for their hell
Psychologists fear us
They can't believe our visions
We hide our victims in our cellars
Unbearable offerings to the Black Lodge
Hunting hitch-hiker, I play my favourite game
I fell in love when I saw your innocence
Now facing my camcorder hardly binded you're crying
Beyond the strictest privacy
We are now closely linked for eternity
Under your spasms I discover your true nature
Flesh ensemble full of heinous fluids
Your soul is an insult to the conception of divinity
Automatic scheme based on simplest reflex
I was given the gift for violence
In order to purify
Sacred blood leads me to the Order divine
We are many to work for the forbidden Gods
True orgasm through domination
For their dying eyes we are God
Thrashing our subject toys to sadism
Pure Violence
Sadistic technik to kill Violence addicted
Artistic technik to spill The divine blood needed
I won't surrender your beseeching eyes
Only makes me more crual
We will experiment a new form of art
Beyond all sensitive possibilities
I discover the highest sensibility
Purest act of violence
Intense way to transcendance
Satan and Us will work on your hell
Application for a neverending pain