Twisted Urges - Kreator

Fulfilling morbid dreams

Of those who never have time to sleep

Enduring to extremes

Held by a promise that they won’t keep

Dark silence is so real

Walls painted black as night

Locked up in chains of steel

Down in the cellar nothing is right

Mistress of perversity

Unwilling tool of other’s lust

Witnessing abnormality

With no one left to trust

Hell couldn’t be this bad

Sold by her father to gratify

She never had a chance

Raped, beaten, sodomized

Her martyred soul cries out

Yet no one hears her scream

Her world is fear and doubt

She’s a prisoner of this grotesque scene

Mistress of perversity

She never had a chance

Raped, beaten, sodomized

Twisted Urges drove her to the end