The everlasting scorching sting of the scourge
Scarlet globules cascade like autumn rain

With the whistling whip my flesh shall merge
I shall revel in the fiery delight of this pain

Every luscious lash leaves its sacred imprint
Adorning the skin with the symbols of zeal

Yet it is not in the name of divinity’s glint
But rather a flaring fire which very few feel

Like a stray mongrel with its tail set ablaze
I shall forever be led by agonizing gratification

Enchanted by a hypnotic hot-blooded haze
A cycle of sensational pain and painful sensation