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 weak
(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
