Captured and lashed to the wheel for my death As I’m sentenced to breaking one limb at a time Hammers and poles wielded for my demise As the wheel starts turning - I begin to die
Randomly weapons collide with my flesh They will laugh as I scream as they batter my limbs A heretic, I shall be cleansed by my pain As I linger for days on the wheel for the end
Executions from the hooded black hordes That are cleansing the lands of unwanted foul souls They are hunting the ones that offended the laws Of all heresy, witchery, blasphemy’s cost
Iron will of hatred- I will pay that price Splintered limbs and bones break- blood flows in my eyes On the breaking wheel to- be removed of life Left out in the cold field- broken and deprived
I lingered... in anguish... tied for days... they batter.
They batter…
Urged to confess for my sins of the past For a promise of suffering a less horrid death I admit to their lies for a final demise And a coup de gras plea for removing my head
I linger... hung for days... the liars... still battered…
Executions from the hooded black hordes That are cleansing the lands of unwanted dead souls Urged to confess for my sins of the past For a promise of suffering a less horrid death
Dying alone on the wheel of my fate Still my curse is deriding their houses of faith.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
