The Book of Common Torment

The First Reformed Church of Pain Hymnbook

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wide and wonderful,
Pain can come to them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
We pluck their tiny petals,
We pluck their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wide and wonderful,
Pain can come to them all.

Hymn #2 - Silent Pain

Silent Pain,
Holy Pain,
Hurt myself,
In thy name.
Maim young virgins,
Mother and child.
Fingers of pain,
So Tender and wild.
Writhe in heavenly Pain,
Writhe in heavenly Pain.

Hymn #3 - Little Vice

Little vice,
Little vice,
How thy touch doth amuse me,

Small and bright,
Strong and tight,
How I love to abuse me !

Blossom of Pain may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever,
Little vice,
Little vice,
Crush my gonads forever !

Hymn #4 - A Victims lot is not a happy one

When a torturers not engaged in his employment,
- his employment,
Or mutilating someones little hands,
- little hands,
His ca - pacity for innocent enjoyment,
- cent enjoyment,
Is not as great as any honest man,
- honest man.

Our feelings we with difficulty smother,
- culty smother,
When Inquisitory duty's to be done,
- to be done,
Oh take one consideration with another,
- with another,
A Victims lot is not a happy one,

Ohh-ohhhhh .....

When Inquisitory duty's to be done,
- to be done,
A Victims lot is not a happy one,
- happy one.

Hymn #5 - Ol' Man Prisoner

Ol' man prisoner,
Dat ol' man prisoner,
He must know sumthin',
But he don't say nothin',
He just keeps screamin',
He just keeps screamin',
Along.

He don't got eyeballs,
His knees are rotten,
His in-for-mation,
Is long forgotten,
Dat ol' man prisoner,
He just keeps screamin',
Along.

Hymn #6 - The Twelve Days of Torture

On the First Day of Torture,
Loviatar took from me,
The cartlidge from my left knee.

Etc, until...

Twelve years of life,
Eleven yards of gut,
Ten fingertips,
Nine vertabrae,
Eight pints of blood,
Seven pubic hairs,
Six strips of skin,
Five wrigg-ling toes !
Four front teeth,
Three fingernails,
Two kidkey stones,
And the cartlidge from my left knee !

Hymn #7 - Prisoner Hangs from the old gum tree

Prisoner hangs from the old gum tree,
Wriggling around in agony,
Laugh torturer,
Laugh torturer,
Gay your life must be !