Theatre Of The Macabre — текст песни (Blood Duster)

Dance for me bitch
For you will surely die
What is the point of screaming
No one can hear you cry
You`r trapped in my hell
And you will do as I say
the critics they all hate me
I too soon will have my day

Hacking off limbs
In a bizarre torture hell

Women are my slaves
And no on live to tell
I put them in my cage
And as cannibals they feed
This twisted human wastage
They are the sardu breed