Testo di Folterkammer

How detesful an act can be fathomed; logic eluded The concrete, poured with ill intent Malice undulates beneath impulse Tempted by incestous despoilment Their very being expunged Born into enslavement; walled away from aid Dictated from his lips to her pen; all lies Abandoned is the notion of priveledge Roving hope will cease Congential offspring come forth throuh years of woe Fostered by torment, disfigured from a lifetime in one pose They sleep as he departs each night Retreating inward, defeated Isolation decieves the town that knows them not Gazing upon his face without a second thought; they carry on Cruel, accursed days listlessly fall down Still; perverted thoughts, patriarchial crown Behind their white lips they search for breath No strength to cry Their dreams serve only to torture them No fodder from the outside