Grotesque In Pleasure, Rotten In Vice

Punish harder, I scorn your whip
Abuse me seriously
I want to be crucified by your hands
Be your anger!

Go ahead until the flesh becomes livid
A whore crowned by thorns laughs
In front of my painful joy

Piss on this bleeding chest!
Tear off your maternal breasts
Crown the dean of this earthly church!
... of this earthly church!

Exalt my nature!
Lubricate in your own blood
Blindfold take pleasure
These worms crawl in scorn

Idol of perfection
The symmetry of pain
Devours your nasty orgasm
Now smile beyond the shame!
Whip! Strict bitch
The plague between diseases
Cut your florid womb
Be pregnant by my barren seed

Fat and sterile
Venomous and sick

Grotesque in pleasure rotten in vice
Catharsis through the tears of abuse
Fire to the idols of mankind