Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers And those with whom I find no fault Just give me bodies - and the means to kill It matters not who is guilty, who is innocent It only matters where my fancy leads me I live to please myself as you blood spills out When you expire - there's a hundred more:
All who came to see - the curious, the morbid Nero decides their fate - the arena becomes an assorted Spectacle played out en masse You soul means nothing, your pain even less As your loved one plead for my forgiveness Not an ounce of mercy will I give out
Bind the ropes, set the horses afoot Wailing crise, limbs torn out by the root Entertaining drunken guests as the Christians are martyred Crimes so petty - the result - drawn and quartered The result - drawn and quartered
How can it be, as my own death is imminent That you, oh Lord, still love me A life in the pleasure of torture and murder I can't understand it - I can't understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
