Secret of the Basement

In a basement of secret house we stand.
I looking at theese dirty girls.
I have a lush in my own bare hand,
And I'm ready to destroy.

They initiate to fear, their kneels are shaking.
They don't suspect what will I making,
I will be the reason of their suffering and pain.
They all will die slowly, and they will plain.

They will cry for the fast death, but I will implacable.
It's a test on stamina, but they will be unstable
They will plain about pain, which causes my chain,
The suffering amplified second-by-second, until the insane.

My chamber with rack, handcuffs and forge.
You lay on the bench, your ass like a gorge.
I keep in my hand the fiery stick.
I'll touch you body with it. Yes, I'm really sick.

Nobody will hear your scream, relax, my doll.
Slowly and gently I will tormenting your soul.
Slowly and gently I will tormenting your body.
Oh, the air in this chamber so muggy!

How many times have you thought about death? Ten, twenty, maybe more?
I know, I'm diseased, but what's about you? What's about you, whore?
You deserve the suffering, you deserve to slowly die.
It is end of your story, and now - goodbye.