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 I 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...