You wake bound and shackled All bloodied and bruised from capture Pulled away from the crowd of prisoners Dragged forth against your will As you pass a pile of spears You begin to question your fate It is now that you start to realize You are about to be slain
So there you are Hands tied behind your back On the ground with no means of escape Both legs are tied to horses Between the two of them The wooden pike is set into place
Slowly the pike moves forward Cutting through your innards Puncturing one by one You scream out in torment Until your throat is silenced By the pike that comes out through your mouth The whip has cracked The horses start to run You are raised up high Impaled in the sky Your grave above the ground Anxiously awaiting to die
You wake, hours gone by You're still alive in total agony Purposely they've missed your vital organs So that you shall know true sufferingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
