He's firm, he's sensual
Good and evil are foreign to him
He knows no mercy either
So he likes to play with subjects
Cuts deep paths in flesh
He wields the scourge masterfully
When the sting stirs in the lap
However pious the facade by day
When at night he tucks the face away
Behind the pretty mask
Made from the finest skin
Then, my friend, he gets himself love
He surrenders fully to the gruesome urge
He's half devil, half child
He peels the rind off bodies
He's priest of fantasy
His work's truly monumental
He studies fear, pain, torment
In his hall of instruments
Your arrogance won't yield
A wretch wants to compare himself here
So I'll gladly lead you to him
For that special lustful thrill
And when soon steel in steady hands
Breaks your mind and bones
Then tenderly his heart sings for you
Because he tolerates nobody beside him
All gods love pain!