My Pain, My Pleasure کے بول

When mind suffering reach an ectasy Organism used to pain reach crisis So brain will reffer slowly cuts And blood will come to the boiling point I leave My body to fly high to the sky of pain And fall down slow and deep in the abyss of passion Through my own pain I see real pleasure My body - Created to suffer My soul - Burn in passion Black fields of perversion calling my Name My name!