Where Violence Is Golden… - The Electric Hellfire Club

Carnal secrets of passion and pain are told

In a torture garden where violence is golden

Where the flowers of Evil grow

With each transgression more seeds are sown

Forbidden pleasures are bought and sold

In a city of sin where violence is golden

A black market of dark desire

Something for everyone… to each his own

What’s your fetish?

What’s your pleasure?

Designer violence, made to measure

Like a velvet glove

Like a ball and chain

Like the kiss of a whip when you’re hungry for pain