Holding in the palm of your hand,
The glittering silver cross is the extremity of sadism
You want more, dont you?
Come now, shed tears! Cry out! The deep crimson impulse, violently overflows
Tonight, it pierces deeply, awakening from deep within, the suicidal libido!
More always making it extreme
Is bearing with the pain and pleasure a sin?
Vowing to the shuddering morning glow, I shall fulfill my bloodsucking fate
Thats right, we are, Mr. Sadistic Night