Masters of Gor

(chorus)
Masters of Cor are here to entwine us
Paga we kiss forever it binds us
Forcefully inflicted slave flower Dina
Flourishes on flesh of branded Kajira
Masters of Cor
Masters of Cor
Watchful eyes must be amused
Rings and bolts and skin twined
Screams weed out mercifully hopes
And turn the swans to swine, swans to swine
Impulsive gestures
Of self-hating satisfaction
Obey the voices from behind
Obey the voices from behind
Uncovered by blaze from moons of three
A world unseen as breeze o'er willow leaves
Where like Sleen, destined to the chains
Humiliation absorbed in morbid pain
And bells and thongs bear the slave
Face the shame and swallow the hate, the hate

(chorus)
As blood warms the furs in snake-like trails
Smiting bells each sellout a secret
Secret, secret, secret, secret, secret