Текст (слова) песни: Carpathian forest - House Of The Whipcord
In this house that I built Of cold emotions Through years of oppression The suffering which I obey An unbearable suffering The rope The strangulations The whip Total submission
In this room that I built Of devilish lust A tyrant`s possession Unleashed at dusk Chained at dawn Deprivation, solitude Perfection, lust
In this world that I built Of no emotions I whip the skin I taunt the angel Forever And ever Again And again
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