(lol, bet you didn’t expect this, did you? Let’s face it, you can’t Torquemada anything!)

Baby writhing on my torture rack
Necro-sadist
Your naked flesh bears His mark
Feel my caress

Torquemada ‘71…I am the Inquisition
Torquemada ‘71…from your sweet lips, confession
Torquemada ‘71…my Countess Bathory
Torquemada ‘71…come now and torture me…yeah

Of all my victims, you loved the pain
My necro-queen
The bloody countess reborn again
Oui la torturatrice

Torquemada ‘71…I am the Inquisition
Torquemada ‘71…from your sweet lips, confession
Torquemada ‘71…my Countess Bathory
Torquemada ‘71…come now and torture me…yeah

Torquemada ‘71…I am the Inquisition
Torquemada ‘71…from your sweet lips, confession
Torquemada ‘71…my Countess Bathory
Torquemada ‘71…come now and torture me…yeah

Electric Wizard - Torquemada ‘71

(another song of how i feel all the time)

In my hour of need
Ha! You’re not there
And though I reached out for You
Wouldn’t lend a hand

Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me

Did you ever think I get lonely?
Did you ever think that I needed love?
Did you ever think to stop thinking
You’re the only one that I’m thinking of?

You’ll never know how hard I tried
To find my space and satisfy you too

Things will be better when I’m dead and gone
Don’t try to understand, knowing you I’m probably wrong

But oh, how I lived my life for you
Still you’d turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
All these years I thought I was wrong
Now I know it was you
Raise your head, raise your face, your eyes
Tell me who you think you are, who?

I walk, I walk alone
Into the promised land
There’s a better place for me
But it’s far, far away
Everlasting life for me
In a perfect world
But I gotta die first
Please God, send me on my way

Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I’m lost
Consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain

Won’t you hold me again
You just laughed, ha, ha, b*tch
My whole life is work built on the past
But the time has come when all things shall pass
This good thing passed away

In My Darkest Hour

Megadeth - In My Darkest Hour

Haunting the cloudless black sky
Braver at night
Hidden as the lips of her cunt
She is keeping out of sight

Dark as her closed eyelids
Her secret
She comes to you with a serpent’s kiss
She has the power to foresee

She don’t fear the flames
She smile at the fire
Whisper the words of spell
Without fear without fright

Born for Burning!
Born for Burning!
Born for Burning!
Born…

She can’t feel the pain
She gaze at the sky
In the greedy flames
She will burn tonight

The beauty burning
Like the moon at harvest
Her seared flesh falling apart
And feed the hungry flames

Where the flame still bite her thigh
She is not afraid to die
She will burn again tonight
She will always burn
But her spirit shall survive…

Bathory - Born for Burning

Satyricon - Born for Burning

(only Rush could have an epic DDoM post like this one)

Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin

Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within

I’m not giving in to security under pressure
I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes…

Suspicious looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window…
Was it only trees in the wind?

Every breath a static charge
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within

To you, is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you…revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance

I’m not giving in to security under pressure
I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes…

We’ve got nothing to fear…but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom’s will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us…

He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying
But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him…

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they’re afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them…

The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill!

They say there are strangers who threaten us
Are immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
Those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand…

The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat

Sometimes I freeze…until the light comes
Sometimes I fly…into the night
Sometimes I fight…against the darkness
Sometimes I’m wrong…sometimes I’m right

Coiled for the spring
Or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero

The menace threatens, closing
And I’m frozen in the shadows
I’m not prepared to run away
And I’m not prepared to fight

I can’t stand to reason
Or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts
Or surrender to my fright

Sometimes we freeze…until the light comes
Sometimes we’re wrong…and sometimes we’re right
Sometimes we fight…against the darkness
Sometimes we fly…into the night

Blood running cold
Mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero

Sometimes I freeze
Sometimes I fight
Sometimes I fly
Into the night

Rush - Fear I: The Enemy Within

Rush - Fear II: The Weapon

Rush - Fear III: Witch Hunt

Rush - Fear IV: Freeze

Machine Head - Fear III: Witch Hunt