I love to see you writhe in throe 

The more you suffer my lust grows 

I slit your throat and tear your flesh 

My desire will be your death 



Sadist (Tormentor) 



I welter in blood I rape and slay 

Stab sliver lacerate 

so many lusts to satisfy 

To still my hunger another must die 



Sadist (Tormentor) 



"But now the sand of time is running out" 

I feel old (so cold) 

Can hear the bell toll 

So week (must sleep) 

Can hear my victims shout 

Can't stand their cries their call 



I gotta pay for my lusts... 

They're dragging me down...