Time
Swirling seconds, grains of
Sand
Within these walls the flesh is
Bound
The gathering hungry for
Death
A penny's worth of man's last
Breath

Burn the Warlock
Cleanse the Sin
Kill the Wretched Devil's kin

They grow impatient with each grain of sand
Dear sons and daughters of this holy land
Know ye not the wise man's words
A quote on dear, late St. Jerome?

Haste is of the Devil

The logs are piled up
One by one
Last grains of sand
It shall be done
The door creak open
I'm being dragged out
Their welcome is
So kind and warm

Know , my brethren, that I hold no grudge
For being sentenced with no trial nor judge
And for blessing me with the death so swift
Come forth - accept my final gift

By winds of East and West combined
By North and South of stars aligned
Before the toll of morning bell
Thy souls shall fade and burn in Hell

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