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