I ride a cockroach
Down your streets of trash
Baptized in shadow
Born in a car crash

I'm headed down to the place
Where they beg for the blade
Where the ground weeps blood
Where the sky cries in pain

In the distance
I swear I can hear
The thumbscrews turn
In the torture fields

The thrill of violence
Is what I seek
The sweet
Tension and release

When I close my eyes
It's like I can feel
The countess crack the whip
In the torture fields

Hail the wrong
Praise the obscene
Death upon
Its skeletal steed
Into the fields I step
Lit by mounds of burning flesh