| 歌曲 | Sadomasochistic |
| 歌手 | Carpathian Forest |
| 专辑 | We're Going To Hollywood For This: Live Perversions |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nattefrost, Natterfrost ... | |
| (J. Nordavind '94) | |
| Whipped and pierced, | |
| you disbehave. | |
| Underneath the whip | |
| to soothe the beast | |
| Burn a candle from my soul, | |
| for I will never do the same. | |
| Cause I see beauty in another things | |
| and that is light is the wilderness alone. | |
| Kneel before me | |
| and shine my shoes. | |
| I give you much | |
| but you want more | |
| I am the long arm of unforgivingness. | |
| Beholder of all chains. | |
| This tool of great destruction. | |
| This life of feces and filth. | |
| Pick up your teeth with broken fingers. | |
| Lick the blood of your cracked lips. | |
| The colour purple seems to fit you | |
| Bow down... |
| zuo qu : Nattefrost, Natterfrost ... | |
| J. Nordavind ' 94 | |
| Whipped and pierced, | |
| you disbehave. | |
| Underneath the whip | |
| to soothe the beast | |
| Burn a candle from my soul, | |
| for I will never do the same. | |
| Cause I see beauty in another things | |
| and that is light is the wilderness alone. | |
| Kneel before me | |
| and shine my shoes. | |
| I give you much | |
| but you want more | |
| I am the long arm of unforgivingness. | |
| Beholder of all chains. | |
| This tool of great destruction. | |
| This life of feces and filth. | |
| Pick up your teeth with broken fingers. | |
| Lick the blood of your cracked lips. | |
| The colour purple seems to fit you | |
| Bow down... |
| zuò qǔ : Nattefrost, Natterfrost ... | |
| J. Nordavind ' 94 | |
| Whipped and pierced, | |
| you disbehave. | |
| Underneath the whip | |
| to soothe the beast | |
| Burn a candle from my soul, | |
| for I will never do the same. | |
| Cause I see beauty in another things | |
| and that is light is the wilderness alone. | |
| Kneel before me | |
| and shine my shoes. | |
| I give you much | |
| but you want more | |
| I am the long arm of unforgivingness. | |
| Beholder of all chains. | |
| This tool of great destruction. | |
| This life of feces and filth. | |
| Pick up your teeth with broken fingers. | |
| Lick the blood of your cracked lips. | |
| The colour purple seems to fit you | |
| Bow down... |