Whipmaster Songtext
von Warpriest

You crack the whips, that drive the slaves insane
You pound the drums, of lust inside their brains
You lose the wolves, upon their heels again
To pull them back, into their master′s chains

Whipmaster


No mercy no shame, you gladly place the blame
The scars on their backs, they bear your mark and name
You fan the sparks, that rage into the flames
That lick the heart, of the guilt and the shame

Whipmaster

Whipmaster

The whip it sings, as it cuts the air
The whip it stings, as it rips and tears
The flesh is hard, from the pain it bears
You'll cry then die, in your slaves despair
From the Whipmaster