My pain, my pleasure

When mind suffering reach an ectasy
Organism used to pain reach crisis
So brain will reffer slowly cuts
And blood will come to the boiling point

I leave My body to fly high to the sky of pain
And fall down slow and deep in the abyss of passion

Through my own pain I see real pleasure
My body - Created to suffer
My soul - Burn in passion
Black fields of perversion calling my Name
My name!