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Tied up, facing fear

In this cold dark chamber

The smell of torture in the air

Sexual desires unfulfilled

Ad altare sanguinem

Blood spurts from thy wounds

Fall to the ground

Raping thy body in glorious death

Ad altare sanguinem

Share thy blood

Cast my spell

You will suffer

Your blood is mine

Ad hora nocturna

You will bleed for me

I will bathe in the blood of young virgin peasants

Crowning my body in victory and glory

My passion for torture

Desire I must fulfil

No remorse, I'm cold as a winter's night

Only suffering makes me feel alive

Sadism urges me to take my time

Your pain, it makes me thrive

Worship me as you cry

Begging me to stop

Little whore, your life is under my nails

Soon at the alter you will bleed impaled

Ad altare sanguinem

Blood spurts from thy wounds

Fall to the ground

Raping thy body in glorious death

Ad altare sanguinem

Share thy blood

Cast my spell

You will suffer

Your blood is mine

It's mine!!!

Excusing my sins through my selfish desires

Invoking spirits laying dormant in this fire

Ablaze, I will set the night

What I want is what I will get

Bloodlust fuelled by passion and torture

Perversion and sadism as I watch yo suffer