Letra da Música: Chaingod - Psychotogen

Feeling your control begin to subside.
Intoxicated by the scene; A festival of Flesh.
Helplessly you wait; Anticipation of pain.
Beyond these Earthly bounds, ecstasy awaits.

Consent to my direction, willing in your role.
You suffer pain's infliction upon your shackled flesh.
Aroused, your senses heighten, attuned to my desires.
Sweet caress of leather; adrenaline release.

(Chorus)

Pain! The welcome sting of pain.
Surge! Neuro-Opiate flow.
Transform! Pleasure formed of pain.
Ascend! From the mortal realm.

Is it the pain the lifts you from this world...
To the upper realms of ecstasy's release?
Or is your desire to subjugate your will, to
The manipulation of the Master's hand?

BEG!

Neural modulation of pain clouds experience.
As intensity increases the pleasure overwhelms.

In your stilted world I am...
The light of your salvation...
The darkest of your dreams...
The one you know as god.

Fully you're controlled; Passive subservience.
Physically subdued, mentally released.
Freed through the infliction of hallowed misery,
Suffering your rapture, passage to divine...

(Repeat Chorus)

Lord of your existence, god of your desire...
I release your bounds, as you fall from grace...