Blacklodge

Gift for Violence

Blacklodge


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