Asylum '45
Aghast Manor
The night is cold
In her heart burns a fire
She wanders the floor
Driven by her tasteless desire
Fear amongst the ones in her merciless care
To speak up against her no one would dare
Here the unlucky ones
Forgotten behind asylum doors
She steps towards her favourite door
On the bed, so thin and so weak
The man has no strength left to even speak
Young man, lying naked and alone
Delighted she stares at skin and bone
She reaches out to touch his breast
Kissing this smooth and lovely chest
Her lust beyond control
She licks and she bites, her hand to claw
A beast with prey, she scratches him raw!
To satisfy herself with this innocent boy
Pain to pleasure, torture her joy
The dirty sheets turn red underneath
The ecstasy has done the deed
Her lust she is so thrilled
Her sick pretty one, oh, she got him killed!
She wept, but not for long