Black candles for show have now all been lit,
chained down to the bolts, secured to the wall.
The marks on my chest, show where I’ve been bit,
screams echo from hell, just down the long hall.

I love a little pain served along with my pleasure,
please just take your time, the longer the better.
With all this agony, I still find hidden treasure,
the longer we play, you know you get wetter.

Tie me down tight, give to me what I need,
there’s never too much, I’ve too much to see.
I love it whenever your hooks make me bleed,
why is it you think, i took the name Bathory.

I beg and I plead, but oh no not quite yet,
there’s time for more play, then our release.
I don’t even mind, I’m now your pet,
yours right til the end, my heart beat does cease.