Heretic Pincers 歌词

You are deemed to be in prolonged agony Till I reached the apex of cruelty On the verge of death, in a bloody mess The fork takes you of your breath Salvation was saught, you were always taught To respect the highest court Case of minor offence, according to documents A prelude to death sentence Sharp prongs penetrate deeply the flesh Above the sternum and below the chin, the fork impales your gash The fork prevented any movement And forced the victim to murmur the words of repentance This is your last supper and your death sentence You will be dressed in a traditional costume Led to the stake, I hope you can smell the fumes Small investment of time and effort In proportion to the amount of pain Saves time and money, it works 24 hours a day Nor does the executioner have to be paid Sharp spikes pierced your body Nails were arranged cleverly They will not penetrate any vital organs You are destined to suffer a long agony