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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 lacerateso 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...
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