TO MY LOVE WITH PERIL ...
Composed by Blackbird / MARTYR in 1995


You're going to die very soon now,
I will be merciful and end your eternity of torturous agony,

How will I end that pitiful existence you live without meaning?
stopping the afflicting virus you spread amidst humanity.

Foolish of you to feebly attempt to escape,
you're only prolonging your demise and I've only just begun,

Perhaps I will decapitate your legs and rip out your genitals,
grind them into dog meat to serve as nourishment for the others,
but truly, why bother even feeding them your putrid flesh,
when I'd rather let them perish of starvation in their cages?

Maybe I'll play the role of the lustful cannibal myself,
biting off succulent morsels of your anatomy bit by bit,
and save the leftovers in the freezer for the guests when they arrive,

Stick knives through your eyes straight into the heart of the iris,
they do make delightful hors d'oeuvres, don't you agree?

I could always saw your arms and legs off,
keep your rotting corpse in a cardboard box,
until you beg me to rape you,

I've already satisfied my sadistic pleasures,
bonding you with restraints and lashing my cold passion,
drinking blood from your gouging veins as though it were red wine,

Your uncooperative nature does not merit a proper burial at all,
instead you shall opt to have me light your hair afire,
and burn your body on Satan's pyre,

Yet even now, your screams of mortified terror seem sublime,
prompting me once more to our tempestuously morbid affair,

My underlying arousal lies in the complete sensuality of murdering slowly,

Rest in peace, my child, for it shall be a lengthy nap,
You're going to die very soon now,

Pray that Death is more gentle with your soul...
