black dressed woman   the whip in your hand   burning desire   you know I can't stand   your burning eyes   they save my skin   you got a body   made of sin      hit me   hit me   show me how to suffer      hit me   hit me   you got me under your control      pain is your answer   pain is your game   don't has a tact   there is nothing to blame   you can do everything   you can cut my flesh   I lay at your feet   my mind is crashed      I see my flesh burning   I can smell the blood   my body explose   just one more cut      the room is gettin darker   I can't see your face   I am feeling so weak   and I am still in race   I feel no more pain   but there is the light   I guess you killed me   in this night