Sado-Masochists From The Grave

Skeletal hand of a desperate man
Lays a bludgeon upside your head
He wants your flesh and he wants it fresh
That’s why he’ll wail ya till you’re dead
He wants your essence, it gives him presence
Puts meat on his bones
No more languishing forever in anguish
Frank is coming home

Hellraiser… Come to daddy

In search of the threshold of pleasure
Obtained by sadistic measure
Lament configuration
Bliss through disfiguration
Malevolent priests inflicting agony
Ecstasy through misery

Mauled, ripped and torn
Pleasure and pain become as one

Severe mutilation brings joy
With bleeding, torturous toys
First they will dissect you
Innocent blood then resurrects you
Vicious circle never ends
Finding pleasure through pain again