This whole tune is full of whispering and background vocals...If you can make
them out, and they're right...I may just send you a small cash reward.)
Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata.
(best translation so far is something like: "For the evil achiever these
theatres are prepared.")
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis [whispers]
Ask me; you question me.
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
[no pain, no pleasure]
Restraint, restraint (x2)
Ad mala patrata...In my slick black world.
Trick...Mortis...Sick...Mortis...In my slick black world.
Where senses crave to enslave...In my slick black world.
