Tis the time for you to be absolved of sin You'll face the axe and praise your king From your cold, dark cell you're tied and dragged To the hallowed hill to meet your maker
Beg to the crowd to pray for your life The swinging axe awaits A once proud and noble knight At the mercy of the blade
Off with their head! Punished at the Cwealmstów Off with their head! Murdered at the Cwealmstów
The final moments of your existence A fear like none you've felt before The jeering congregation begin to flock May your death be swift into the dark
Beg the crowd to pray for your life The swinging axe awaits A once proud and noble knight At the mercy of the blade
Off with their head! Punished at the Cwealmstów Off with their head! Murdered at the Cwealmstów
My faith is stricken in my final hour There is no absolution beyond the grave The cloaked figure of darkness who takes my life May you burn in hell with all mankind!
Off with my head! Punished at the Cwealmstów Off with my head! Murdered at the CwealmstówTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
