Thousand Faces Of Torture

I want to keep you alive but I don't care if you die
Closer to death you become by some painful tortures
The pleasure is mine...

Hung upside down by the legs
I saw you slowly in two pieces
The blood is gushing out from your pelvis
Lie down on a table of iron spikes

Stomach rupture by stretching of body
Evisceration with a knife pull out entrails
Limbs are amputated one by one
Put in a bag to grow my collection

I tear out the liver from your opened belly
Draining the blood to a pit
Full of gore and guts
You will be flayed alive