(Music by Nicola, Lyrics by Nicola) The mimic of fear, you’re under my control Get naked on the bed debauchery! Go out! More bitter, the death is woman Drink from her chalice and give her your thorn Every time you’ll be kissed by my whip You’ll be the virgin, my delight forlorn I’m hating you! Strokes to exalt your candour! Sublime is the colour of cruelty! I feed your pain and your screams Now I’m sure someone is suffering for me I can cum I’m hating you! The whiplaw is carving your beauty Dressed by sores, wounds and sperm The whiplaw exalts my observance I’m the painter of anguish and lust