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I awake
In a cell
Made of stone
Dark and cold

Candlelight dimly confronts me
I find myself feeling unsure
Mutilation in the air
All of my senses obscured
Chained to the walls of a dungeon
Where rodents will share my last meal
Faintly I hear the guards talking
I stir as they ready their tools

I stir as they ready their tools
For I already know what they'll use

I'll be made to pay
In the worst of ways
Wrest my flesh away
Toying with their prey

I know they'll use pain,
No, they'll use suffering
They'll use fear
And terrible devices

Resigned to my fate i'm just waiting for the end
Just waiting 'til the hooks go in

A sudden latching
Of my cell door
Hooded figures
Advance upon me

Bag tossed on my head
Yanked up to my feet
Pummeled in the ribs
Then dragged down the hall

Arrive in a room
A beating ensues
Collapse back to my feet
As my hood's removed

Horror permeates my being as I look around me
Stone walls in a windowless room, from which there's no escaping
And from the ceiling hang a million hooks on a million chains
In the darkest corner looks to be someone's remains

Bag tossed on my head
Yanked up to my feet
Pummeled in the ribs
Then dragged down the hall

Arrive in a room
A beating ensues
Collapse back to my feet
As my hood's removed

Even though
No one's speaking
I can sense
The joy they take

The sadism
Of causing pain
The entertainment
Of cruelty

And I know they'll use pain
No, they'll use suffering
They'll use fear
And terrible devices

Resigned to my fate I'm just waiting for the end
Just waiting 'til the hooks go in

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