Blood Duster - Theatre of the Macbre lyrics

Dance for me b**h For you will surely die What is the point of screaming No one can hear you cry You'r trapped in my hell And you will do as I say The critics they all hate me I too soon will have my day Hacking off limbs In a bizarre torture hell Women are my slaves And no on live to tell I put them in my cage And as cannibals they feed This twisted human wastage They are the sardu breed