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...