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...