Selftorture کے بول

Lost in pain and reclusion skin crawls and shrinks weird sounds pass by soul and body have no links you were close to an ending almost there now you are back left to stare the ecstacy of Satan raged in your mind you`re cutting your flesh trying to find darkness and misery has got a grip your spirit and soul have need for a whip the fever of Satan is running wild hunting your soul like a hateful child drugs and depression have left you cold shedding blood for Satan will make you bold you cut your flesh for Satan into the bone trying to make a soul from stone