Wrathage

Sadicum

Wrathage


Like a pig squeeling in the arms of the reaper 
I am a whore of creation 
Oh grand lord to whom I in secret yield 
Descending from your lap still weeping 
Sadicum, I've made me hard 
Oh lord make me come 
(Again and again) 

Deceived I stand tortured in your kindness 
A boar of the black fauna 
With the lashes of your love 
I bleed from behind 
Sadicum 

Pulsating in anger 
Oh grand fornicator 
Feel how hard I am 
Oh lord, make me come 
Again and again 
Sadicum 

Moulded a master pervert 
Hidden in an open wound 
Unceasingly bleeding 
Tears of scorn, tears of scum 
The rancour of my boredom 
I've danced to your flute 
Oh lord, make me hard again