Songtext von The Judas Cradle

I made you straddle on an accute block of wood The corner penetrates the butt, it feels so good I keep your skinned legs apart by bindings Tying stones or weights to the feets of the victim Placing burning torchs next to the naked body The torture is augmented Fastening a bowl with live rat to the stomach Suddenly your anus begins to ache Bearing you down, even harder on the corner Falling to the ground, now you've reached the border Unimaginable pain, the torture was taken to extreme From medieval times until today it remains the same Hoisted up whereupon you are lowered Victims weight rests on the point of the corner In accordance with the interrogators desire I can vary the pressure to total body weight Arms are stretched backwards, body is pulled up By arms onto a bench, feets are weighted down Slowly pulled up, stretched above your head Body is then lowered, pulled up till you're dead