Scourged At The Foot Of The Imperial Gates Of Satan lyrics

No! Please, please let me go Oh red-horned-devils I am the wrong person No ie! Chain me elsewhere. To the Rock of Quarthra But no, not at the gates so very Imperial My body is stained from the blood of The Victims The blackest urge of certain death Oozes within me The holy priests smile and nod in Approval Gloating at me, waving at me With googly-eyed eyes All goes quiet But the low hum of the Bastard Louder and louder it pumps up speed The blades slice heads, fitch, fitch, fitch The lake of organs a sight to be aware of My back is sliced open I die