Feelings are numb, torn & twisted Anxiously waiting in the dark A pounding, a rumbling, a rasping draws nearer A flickering, thousands of sparks With the first strike Concussions - you fall to the ground Handcuffed, Pulled through your prison's door
The hallway illumed by torchlight Whimpering behind iron bars Chained to the wall, naked & shaking Beaten by fists, soaked in brass When the grindstone Is dragged in front of your glassy eyes Burning Metal Your head pulled towards your awful demise
Await death! The wound reaching down to the skull Torture! Burning the white out off your eyes Spine crushed! Crippled and doomed you're bound To the Grindstone! Metal on Metal! Delivered to die!
Strokes are raining down, your sight's gonna fade Shocks storm through your heart, critical state Delivered to your master's temper, blood's about to spill If the torture's not making you die, his blade surely willTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
