black dressed woman

the whip in your hand

burning desire

you know I can't stand

your burning eyes

they save my skin

you got a body

made of sin



hit me

hit me

show me how to suffer



hit me

hit me

you got me under your control



pain is your answer

pain is your game

don't has a tact

there is nothing to blame

you can do everything

you can cut my flesh

I lay at your feet

my mind is crashed



I see my flesh burning

I can smell the blood

my body explose

just one more cut



the room is gettin darker

I can't see your face

I am feeling so weak

and I am still in race

I feel no more pain

but there is the light

I guess you killed me

in this night