Sanoja: Wumpscut. Cut to see how much I bleed.

In a dark chamber of our passion
We meet and gather, no compassion
Love is through stomach, on the rise
wearing a mask without disguise

Cut to see how much I bleed

Go and do it
Go and cut it
Cut to see

Thirst for blood, we're longing for
A secret is, we're longing for
Take the sharpened knife
And let it slide
Into your girl, your bride