| Song | The Scent of a Screaming Woman |
| Artist | Black Countess |
| Album | The Language Of Flesh |
| You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house | |
| Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness | |
| And only in your thoughts you still see daylight | |
| In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy | |
| You remember your lonely way through the night | |
| Walking in silence with vacant stare | |
| With the burden of worldly troubles | |
| You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it's too late | |
| And now you are here - among rusty tubing | |
| Among disgusting purling of sewage | |
| In the incubator of moss and mould | |
| In the domain of slowly approaching insanity | |
| You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear | |
| Naked, frozen and weak | |
| Trembling at the thought of what | |
| IT will do next time | |
| IT visited you twice by now | |
| An ugly crooked figure | |
| Every time the creature came up to you | |
| And sniffed up something between your spread legs | |
| You tried but could not see HIS (HER) face | |
| It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams | |
| You live in hope that someone could here it | |
| Before IT will come again smelling your scent |
| You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house | |
| Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness | |
| And only in your thoughts you still see daylight | |
| In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy | |
| You remember your lonely way through the night | |
| Walking in silence with vacant stare | |
| With the burden of worldly troubles | |
| You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it' s too late | |
| And now you are here among rusty tubing | |
| Among disgusting purling of sewage | |
| In the incubator of moss and mould | |
| In the domain of slowly approaching insanity | |
| You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear | |
| Naked, frozen and weak | |
| Trembling at the thought of what | |
| IT will do next time | |
| IT visited you twice by now | |
| An ugly crooked figure | |
| Every time the creature came up to you | |
| And sniffed up something between your spread legs | |
| You tried but could not see HIS HER face | |
| It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams | |
| You live in hope that someone could here it | |
| Before IT will come again smelling your scent |