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(This whole tune is full of whispering and background vocals...If you can makeThem out, and they're right...I may just send you a small cash reward.)Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata.(best translation so far is something like: "For the evil achiever theseTheatres are prepared.")Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis [whispers]Ask me; you question me.Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?[no pain, no pleasure]Restraint, restraint (x2)Ad mala patrata...In my slick black world.Trick...Mortis...Sick...Mortis...In my slick black world.Where senses crave to enslave...In my slick black world.Deprive all senses; control {all} defenses.Where sighs breed like flies.Do you know, it's where perversion hides.Bet you've never seen me ache as the panic melts away.Bet you'll never waste...Could you take another taste of me?[To accompany every penetration with a death rattle.] (x2)[moan]Feel it prick...Pleasure in restraint.[moan]Feel it stick.[It is divine.] (x4)It is divine in restraint.Ask me; you question me.SongtexteWhy must our pleasure always be in restraint?Where sighs breed like flies.It's where perversion hides...In my slick black world.Deprive all senses; control desire.Bet you'd never see me...Wake in a most unnerving way.Bet you'd never ache...Could you take another taste of me?[It is divine.] (x3)Control...Decide [moan]Feel it prick...[mortifing the flesh]Pleasure in restraint (x2) [mortifing the flesh]{Feel it stick}Ask me; question me.Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?Pleasure in restraint (x3)Such a sinful seed in my slick black world.Is it such a dreadful deed in my slick black world.Where treasured sighs breed like flies...In my slick black world.Such a sinful seed...Says you're cumming in my slick black world.------------------------- Aus Songtexte Mania