Blood Duster Theatre Of The Macabre
Dance for me bitch For you will surely die What is the point of screaming No one can hear you cry You'r trapped in my hell And you will do as I say the critics they all hate me I too soon will have my day Hacking off limbs In a bizarre torture hell Women are my slaves And no on live to tell I put them in my cage And as cannibals they feed This twisted human wastage They are the sardu breed
