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