Deranged - Cold Icy Hands

What is this taht I can see
Cold icy hands taking hold of me
for Death has come, you all can see.
Hell has open it,s gate to trick me.

Bind. Torture. Kill.

I'll stuff your jaws till you can't talk
I'll blind your leg's till you can't walk
I'll tie your hands till you can't make a stand.
And finally I'll close your eyes so you can't see
I'll bring sexual death unto you for me.

Oh! Death, Oh! Death,
can't you spare me, over for another year!

T' was perfect plan of deviant pleasure,
so bold on that Spring nite.
My inner felling hot with propension,
of the new awakening season.
Warn, wet with inner fear and rapture,
my pleasure of entanglement.
In that small world of longing, fear, rapture,
and desparation,the game we play, fall on devil ears.
Alone again I trod in pass memory of mirrors,
and ponder why fornumber eight was not.