In the belly of the beast, rising flames brings forth such pain
A terrifying plethora of sadism takes shape.
Twisting tubes down the throat, alters screams of grief
Sifting through the air, the stench of well burnt meat!
Judas cradle, pierces wholes where life is born
The rack is fear itself, careful not to get ripped and torn
Heretics fork! Stuck into your chin and chest
Garrote Torture, slowly crushing necks!
She's a witch, burn her now
Take her to the stake
Tie the rope, to her leg
Throw her in the lake
See her burn, watch her drown
Accused by all of town
Torture becomes
Your death
I am the end, they call me death
These tools are my instruments of pain!
I watch them bleed, entrances me
I sit there and I smile, as I watch them pull apart
This shining bull, glows red with fire
To see the carcass left inside is my one desire
You're filled with dread, I'll crush your head
I'm sharpening my axe
'cause soon you'll all be dead!