House Of The Whipcord - Carpathian Forest

In this house that I built

Of cold emotions

Through years of oppression

The suffering which I obey

An unbearable suffering

The rope

The strangulations

The whip

Total submission

In this room that I built

Of devilish lust

A tyrant’s possession

Unleashed at dusk

Chained at dawn

Deprivation, solitude

Perfection, lust

In this world that I built

Of no emotions

I whip the skin

I taunt the angel

Forever

And ever

Again

And again