Heat Torture, locked inside a coffin made of brass Up, up, up. Placed above the fire. Left for many hours till the brass turns red hot.
Thumbscrew torture, no need to confess We’re just having some fun to relieve our stress
Wearing down the stones, cleaning up after torture Annoying blood on the soles of my shoes Try to wash it off, but it sticks like glue Wearing down the stones
Pear of Anguish, never been washed and in your mouth. Infect, infect, infect, We’ll go medieval on your ass. take a stroll through our forest of rotting men.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.