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Chilling screams escaping from the suffering vault

Materialized pain trapped in flesh sculptures

Pure glances of violence blind the human preys

As Satan incarnates the Worm eats their souls

Infamous guardians working for their hell

Psychologists fear us / They can't believe our visions

We hide our victims in our cellars

Unbearable offerings to the Black Lodge

Hunting hitch-hiker, I play my favourite game

I fell in love when I saw your innocence

Now facing my camcorder hardly binded you're crying

Beyond the strictest privacy

We are now closely linked for eternity

Under your spasms I discover your true nature

Flesh ensemble full of heinous fluids

Your soul is an insult to the conception of divinity

Automatic scheme based on simplest reflex

I was given the gift for violence / In order to purify

Sacred blood leads me to the Order divine

We are many to work for the forbidden Gods

True orgasm through domination

For their dying eyes we are God

Thrashing our subject toys to sadism / Pure Violence

Sadistic technik to kill Violence addicted

Artistic technik to spill The divine blood needed

I won't surrender your beseeching eyes

Only makes me more crual

We will experiment a new form of art

Beyond all sensitive possibilities

I discover the highest sensibility

Purest act of violence / Intense way to transcendance

Satan and Us will work on your hell

Application for a neverending pain

Saint Vincent 1998