Misfortunes Of Virtue by The Accursed
And you dare to question my right?
You, fucking wretch that you are
My right to crush you, scar you,
Cast you aside
In this night, this atrocity made
My cock so fucking hard
And you turn towards me
That smile on your face again
And I twist the knife slowly in your heart
And heaven wept to see what you were
And the aftermath
Whips and chains, pleasure, pain
Welded into one seamless fucking whole
Weeping at the end of this bitter road
Know that you will only be forgotten.