Mountains of Torture Lyrics

You contemplate the destruction that exists in your soul.
There is no turning back after the joy of torturing,
Suffering generated by the need to kill
Devouring pussies and craving sadism,
Psychopathy governs the serial killer.

Attached to pleasure without remorse he subdues his victim.
The sanctuary of the massacre is in the mountain far from the city,
Where the stench of rotten flesh is the murderer's sweet orgasm
rotten flesh is sweet orgasm of the murderer

There is no bitterness, only torture,
There is no remorse or guilt,

Drinking the blood of victims
shedding thin arms,

Desires rule the spirit,
Disfiguring skulls, crucifying another body

submission to pleasure and power A smile will soon unfold x3
Another victim extinguishes the light of his gaze
Need to torture, to listen to cries of supplication

Attached to pleasure without remorse he subdues his victim.
The sanctuary of the massacre is in the mountain far from the city,
Where the stench of rotten flesh is the sweet orgasm of the murderer.
Rotten flesh is the sweet orgasm of the murderer.