Lyrics by; K.Bathory
 
There is a poison growing within temptation. And I feel it …
We dirty our hands with [bad word] & deprivation . Do you feel it?...
 
Theater for the lacerated
Lusting for tyranny.
Getting off, getting off, getting off on the Devil’s ways.
 
It’s all about the 
It’s all about the bloodshed.
Conjuring black magic…yeah
Conjuring black magic…yeah
 
And it feels so good…
And it feels so good…
And it feels so [bad word] good…
And it feels so [bad word] good…
 
Now Slit your moral wounds
and let it drain.
Now Slit your moral wounds
and recreate the pleasures of pain.
 
Tender, naked flesh being demoralized… and I feel it …
 [bad word] a rose to only endure the thorns…Do you feel it?
Spoiled so it [bad word] Impure.
Lusting for the void of it all.
Getting off, getting off, getting off by the Devil’s ways