House Of The Whipcord

In this house that I builtOf cold emotionsThrough years of oppressionThe suffering which I obeyAn unbearable sufferingThe ropeThe strangulationsThe whipTotal submissionIn this room that I builtOf devilish lustA tyrant's possessionUnleashed at duskChained at dawnDeprivation, solitudePerfection, lustIn this world that I builtOf no emotionsI whip the skinI taunt the angelForeverAnd everAgainAnd again