The iron through the throat of the Forth, emptying his veins
Condemned his soul, condemned his body to torment
Inhuman kingslayer, from savior to disgusting dog
Acted to liberate his own, lynched by them all
Tampered togs, his shaking bones oozing fear
The mallet pressing wood into his flesh
But teeth cracking is his only answer
His pride flowing out tear by tear on his cheeks
Prostrated in sputum in front of his mute god
Candle in his hand, forgiveness implored to Justice
His hand disappears in fumes under molten Sulphur
His crackling skin, carbonizes, blisters, becomes ashes
Flanks, arms and thighs, his whole body fights against the red steel
As blood and saliva seal his dry lips
Horses rush to the four cardinal points
Muscles scream to death to let them go
The are through the air helps these sickly members
Perished in a thousand sorrows the one who killed for his God

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