Tormented کے بول

I feel your body - cold and still Fingers trembling - Heart beating fast Empty eyes - hope fades away Pale Skin - Soon to be mine Down in the cellar noone can see My twisted mind - your destiny Deep scarves in your innocent flesh Breathing gets harder stab by stab I´m the tormentor - The judge of life Ten fingers choped one by one Your suffer - my satisfaction I´m the tomentor - The judge of life Tormented - Dead Bones are ripped out of the tormented flesh Skin keeps me warm when i burry the bones Side by side they lie in the backyard