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I ride a cockroach Down your streets of trash Baptized in shadow Born in a car crash I'm headed down to the place Where they beg for the blade Where the ground weeps blood Where the sky cries in pain In the distance I swear I can hear The thumbscrews turn In the torture fields The thrill of violence Is what I seek The sweet Tension and release When I close my eyes It's like I can feel The countess Crack the whip In the torture fields Hail the wrong Praise the obscene Death upon Its skeletal steed Into the fields I step Lit by mounds of burning flesh From Letras Mania