To be locked in a burning room, Where the burning is your bodily lire To be ripping the skin of your flesh, just to kill The burning desire Enjoying yourself while caressing the beast Sense the smell of the soldiers soon to be released Soon they'll be running all over your hand, The soldiers of the beast, the damned The lust for pleasure, the endless need No lust can measure, destruction of the seed To be locked in a burning room, Where the burning is your bodily fire To be ripping the skin of your flesh, just to kill The burning desire Caress the beast, sense the smell Feel the soldiers Ripping and tearing your problem away Release them, and let them march The lust for pleasure, the endless need No lust can measure, destruction of the seed