Giles Corey, we have accused you, of pacts with the devil, And witchcraft, Be punished
Will you not speak in front of us now? You do not kneel and you do not bow? You disrespect the court, and you disavow the crown And you look like fresh meat to the whole of this crowd
What form of man could Giles Corey be? Is he silent to be stubborn or is it to be free? A matter so absurd that he disrespects god When we find him guilty he’ll be more than flogged Sentence him to death, Sentence him to Death He’ll be Crushed to death, Sentence him to death
Sentence him to death
Lay him on the board with the sternum up put a stone on his chest with another thrust do his soul all the best with what’s yet to come What a feast for the eyes when there’s none from the tongue
The devil in his ear with the hymn he sung Now his soul is his when it leaves his lungs Infinitely in time after the corpse is crushed Hellfire be his fate till the ashes are dust
Pressed by stones, haunted soul Crushed to death with broken bones Pressed by stones haunted soul Crushed to death with broken bones, YeaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
