Masters of Gor Songtext
von Martyrium

Masters of Cor are here to entwine us
Paga we kiss forever it binds us
Forcefully inflicted slave flower Dina
Flourishes on flesh of branded Kajira
Masters of Cor
Masters of Cor
Watchful eyes must be amused
Rings and bolts and skin twined
Screams weed out mercifully hopes
And turn the swans to swine, swans to swine
Impulsive gestures
Of self-hating satisfaction Obey the voices from behind...
Obey the voices from behind...
Uncovered by blaze from moons of three
A world unseen as breeze o′er willow leaves
Where like Sleen, destined to the chains,
Humiliation absorbed in morbid pain,
And bells and thongs bear the slave
Face the shame and swallow the hate, the hate
As blood warms the furs in snake-like trails
Smiting bells each sellout a secret.
Secret, secret, secret, secret, secret