I feel your body - cold and still
Fingers trembling - Heart beating fast
Empty eyes - hope fades away
Pale Skin - Soon to be mine

Down in the cellar noone can see
My twisted mind - your destiny

Deep scarves in your innocent flesh
Breathing gets harder stab by stab

I´m the tormentor - The judge of life

Ten fingers choped one by one
Your suffer - my satisfaction

I´m the tomentor - The judge of life
Tormented - Dead

Bones are ripped out of the tormented flesh
Skin keeps me warm when i burry the bones

Side by side they lie in the backyard