Whiplaw - Handful of Hate

The mimic of fear, you’re under my control

Get naked on the bed debauchery!

Go out!

More bitter, the death is woman

Drink from her chalice and give her your thorn

Every time you’ll be kissed by my whip

You’ll be the virgin, my delight forlorn

I’m hating you!

Strokes to exalt your candour!

Sublime is the colour of cruelty!

I feed your pain and your screams

Now I’m sure someone is suffering for me I can cum

I’m hating you!

The whiplaw is carving your beauty

Dressed by sores, wounds and sperm

The whiplaw exalts my observance

I’m the painter of anguish and lust