| 歌曲 | Tied Up, Sliced Up |
| 歌手 | Thanatos |
| 专辑 | Realm of Ecstasy |
| (E.de Brouwer/S.Gebédi) | |
| For years and years, the suffering, the tears | |
| Imprisonment in my private hell | |
| Sexual abuse, humiliation, castration, mentally deranged | |
| Scarred for life by a woman’s insane mind | |
| Her spirit still possesses me, even though she died | |
| Her daughter will suffer, revenge on her progeny | |
| Kill the ones she loves, right before her eyes | |
| Concentration-victim in sight | |
| Penetration-the law of the knife | |
| Female garbage-screaming in pain | |
| Slaughtered bitches-all sound the same | |
| I tie you up as | |
| I slice them up, | |
| I’ll make you watch, you have to watch | |
| I push their guts back into their mouths, | |
| I slit their throats and suck ‘em out again | |
| Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing | |
| You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore ! | |
| I started out to make you suffer, to drown your soul in agony | |
| But now the tide has turned, the setting has changed-it hits me in the face | |
| Again I’m a servant to your perverted game | |
| You’re just like your mother, you’re messing with my brain | |
| Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing | |
| You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore ! |
| E. de Brouwer S. Gebé di | |
| For years and years, the suffering, the tears | |
| Imprisonment in my private hell | |
| Sexual abuse, humiliation, castration, mentally deranged | |
| Scarred for life by a woman' s insane mind | |
| Her spirit still possesses me, even though she died | |
| Her daughter will suffer, revenge on her progeny | |
| Kill the ones she loves, right before her eyes | |
| Concentrationvictim in sight | |
| Penetrationthe law of the knife | |
| Female garbagescreaming in pain | |
| Slaughtered bitchesall sound the same | |
| I tie you up as | |
| I slice them up, | |
| I' ll make you watch, you have to watch | |
| I push their guts back into their mouths, | |
| I slit their throats and suck ' em out again | |
| Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing | |
| You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore ! | |
| I started out to make you suffer, to drown your soul in agony | |
| But now the tide has turned, the setting has changedit hits me in the face | |
| Again I' m a servant to your perverted game | |
| You' re just like your mother, you' re messing with my brain | |
| Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing | |
| You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore ! |