(This whole tune is full of whispering and background vocalsIf you can make
them out, and they're rightI may just send you a small cash reward)
Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata
(best translation so far is something like: "For the evil achiever these
theatres are prepared")
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis [whispers]
Ask me; you question me
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
[no pain, no pleasure]
Restraint, restraint (x2)
Ad mala patrataIn my slick black world
TrickMortisSickMortisIn my slick black world
Where senses crave to enslaveIn my slick black world
Deprive all senses; control {all defenses
Where sighs breed like flies
Do you know, it's where perversion hides
Bet you've never seen me ache as the panic melts away
Bet you'll never wasteCould you take another taste of me?
[To accompany every penetration with a death rattle] (x2)
[moan]
Feel it prickPleasure in restraint
[moan]
Feel it stick
[It is divine] (x4)
It is divine in restraint
Ask me; you question me
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
Where sighs breed like flies
It's where perversion hidesIn my slick black world
Deprive all senses; control desire
Bet you'd never see meWake in a most unnerving way
Bet you'd never acheCould you take another taste of me?
[It is divine] (x3)
ControlDecide [moan]
Feel it prick[mortifing the flesh]
Pleasure in restraint (x2) [mortifing the flesh]
{Feel it stick
Ask me; question me
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
Pleasure in restraint (x3)
Such a sinful seed in my slick black world
Is it such a dreadful deed in my slick black world
Where treasured sighs breed like fliesIn my slick black world
Such a sinful seedSays you're cumming in my slick black world