How pitiful you are,
to let yourself die,
under my whip,
and the sorrowful sky.
Trails of your blood,
and broken ribbons of skin,
the whip --piece by piece,
revels every sin.
to let yourself die,
under my whip,
and the sorrowful sky.
Trails of your blood,
and broken ribbons of skin,
the whip --piece by piece,
revels every sin.