Hear the chains, Centurion's reign, the bedrock stains with crimson rain. See the proof, the broken youth, a loyal slave, confirming truth. Every amp, of pain and dread, a loyal heart, within his head. He stands reborn, the flesh is torn, a puppet made for me to scorn. Oh, my loyal Scourge, a twisted surge! In Hell's dark urge, his spirit merge! You rock, you bleed, fulfilling need, The centurion's lust, a necessary creed! The master’s touch, he lusts so much, the brutal art of the savage clutch. This agony, is ecstasy, a perfect, vile synchrony. He craves the brand, the crushing hand, the doctrine only we understand. My sacrifice, my higher price, paid in the flames of Pandemonium's vice. Oh, my loyal Scourge, a twisted surge! In Hell's dark urge, his spirit merge! You rock, you bleed, fulfilling need, The centurion's lust, a necessary creed! Your suffering, a validating thing, the joy the domination brings. You play your part, you fuel the dark, a necessary, loyal mark. This symbiosis, is my thesis, the strength that comes from sweet paralysis. My slave, my art, you tear apart, the weakness dwelling in your heart. Oh, my loyal Scourge, a twisted surge! In Hell's dark urge, his spirit merge! You rock, you bleed, fulfilling need, The centurion's lust, a necessary creed!
