I Shall burn in the fires of Salem I Shall swing from the old plantation noose I Shall be beheaded to the roar of thousands My head shall be raised up on a bloody pike
I shall sit in Old Sparky and fry I shall fall from the gallows I shall sit in Old Sparky and fry I shall fall from the gallows
I shall be tied to my spouse and drowned I shall be pushed into the Lions Den I shall be led to the scaffold, mallet raised, Skull crushed I shall be inverted on a tree then sawed I shall be skinned and displayed In the public square I shall become an unsightly blood eagle I shall be raked over hot coals, incinerate I shall be crushed by boulders At the crowd's delight I shall be impaled by a sword, a spear, a javelin I shall be stomped by the feet of elephant I shall be hanged, drawn, and quartered Disembowelment, Brazen bull, crucifixion
Die! Die!
My limbs shall be torn away By the stallions My dying corpse dragged Through the township To the sound of chanting and cheering. My exit shall be in a blaze of glory a martyr for my defiance
Dying with a grin For this world is a sheeple-filled prison Oblivion Found freedom, divinity, solace In the black flame Shall descend deep into The throes of this inferno Enforceable by death are these grievances Unredeemable I shall march on with the black spiritsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
