• You hunt for me,
    I wait for you.

    You thirst for blood,
    I gave you my neck.

    You killed by the hundereds,
    and I sought for my day.

    You cracked the leather,
    and I turned ecstatic.

    Are you the Sadist,
    or I the Masochist.

    Either way I waited for the final days,
    for in you dwells my raison derte.