My Pain, My Pleasure

When mind suffering reach an ectasy 
Organism used to pain reach crisis 
So brain will reffer slowly cuts 
And blood will come to the boiling point 

I leave My body to fly high to the sky of pain 
And fall down slow and deep in the abyss of passion 

Through my own pain I see real pleasure 
My body - Created to suffer 
My soul - Burn in passion 
Black fields of perversion calling my Name 
My name!