122 Stab Wounds - The Torture Art lyrics

Down The Stairs He Walks Towards What He Lusts For The Grim Art on The Wall Makes Him Want More A Chamber Full of Hate Carpets Made of Human Limbs He Enjoys The Air He Breathes He Does No Longer Grief Into The Halls of Pain Where d**h Is The Only Art Welcome To Those With Their Torture Hearts Fascinated By Brutal d**hs He Continues His Search Alone In The Eternal Hails of Torture He Walks Until The Gate Is Open He Does Not Want To Turn Back He Has Found His Pa**ion While The Flowers Rot At Winter His Mind Grows Sicker And Sicker All The Gates of Which He Pa**ed Is Now Sealed In Blood I Hope He's Found His World of Dreams I Enjoy The Torture Art Down The Stairs He Walks Towards What He Lusts For The Grim Art on The Wall Makes Him Want More A Chamber Full of Hate Carpets Made of Human Limbs He Enjoys The Air He Breathes He Does No Longer Grief Fascinated By Brutal d**hs He Continues His Search Alone In The Eternal Hails of Torture He Walks Until The Gate Is Open He Does Not Want To Turn Back He Has Found His Pa**ion While The Flowers Rot At Winter His Mind Grows Sicker And Sicker