| Song | Flagellation |
| Artist | Samael |
| Album | Ceremony of Opposites |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Vorphalack, Xytras | |
| Pleasure in pain | |
| Desire of Mortification | |
| To achieve the extreme | |
| To know the ultimate | |
| To be a slave for a moment | |
| The body offered up to cruelty | |
| To the lash which whips on the skin | |
| Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back | |
| To feel the blood, thick and warm | |
| Flow over my wounds | |
| Flagellation . . . | |
| To thrust aside the limits | |
| To say 'Yes' to death | |
| Without fear, without remorse | |
| To give up oneself to torture | |
| Punishment and reward | |
| The whip is ambiguous | |
| It distills vice | |
| In a perverse refinement | |
| To be a slave for a moment | |
| The body offered up to cruelty | |
| To the lash which whips on the skin | |
| Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back |
| zuo ci : Vorphalack, Xytras | |
| Pleasure in pain | |
| Desire of Mortification | |
| To achieve the extreme | |
| To know the ultimate | |
| To be a slave for a moment | |
| The body offered up to cruelty | |
| To the lash which whips on the skin | |
| Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back | |
| To feel the blood, thick and warm | |
| Flow over my wounds | |
| Flagellation . . . | |
| To thrust aside the limits | |
| To say ' Yes' to death | |
| Without fear, without remorse | |
| To give up oneself to torture | |
| Punishment and reward | |
| The whip is ambiguous | |
| It distills vice | |
| In a perverse refinement | |
| To be a slave for a moment | |
| The body offered up to cruelty | |
| To the lash which whips on the skin | |
| Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back |
| zuò cí : Vorphalack, Xytras | |
| Pleasure in pain | |
| Desire of Mortification | |
| To achieve the extreme | |
| To know the ultimate | |
| To be a slave for a moment | |
| The body offered up to cruelty | |
| To the lash which whips on the skin | |
| Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back | |
| To feel the blood, thick and warm | |
| Flow over my wounds | |
| Flagellation . . . | |
| To thrust aside the limits | |
| To say ' Yes' to death | |
| Without fear, without remorse | |
| To give up oneself to torture | |
| Punishment and reward | |
| The whip is ambiguous | |
| It distills vice | |
| In a perverse refinement | |
| To be a slave for a moment | |
| The body offered up to cruelty | |
| To the lash which whips on the skin | |
| Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back |