Shackles of pain and torment:
Insturments to rip the flesh
To bend and shatter the bones,
Crimson fluids are drawn

Spat on false gods and their dogs
The holy men, cursed the worlds of beyond
And those who follow them
Spilled their blood, spilled their wine,
Left them to die like the lord that beacons them

Now doomed to rot, on a wooden cross
Doomed to see the nails piercing through me
Now doomed to rot, bound to this cross
Yet I can see their justice, their extasy

They extract the life out me!

I can feel the end, and pray for a swift death!

Led thousands into war knowing well that they would fall
Hanged men and burned their homes, mutilating both young
And old
Dark servents raped the land and claimed it in my name
My lust for death grew, devouring defenceless men

Hey!
Hey!

Now the dead call for their king,
From the nether their voices ring,
Those who live bound me in chains,
Never to see daylight again

Plotted against my kin for the gold that it would bring
Stabbing brothers in the back, oh the final glimpse they had!

Final glimpse they had

Ashes and dust, they lie gone
But it didn't take long as my worst fear
I came to see my new allies betraying me

Pure agony, they were forced to taste
Begged and begged and begged,
Yet none recieved a swift death

Shackled by pain and torment,
Ripped away from their flesh
Heard the shattering of their bones,
Felt crimson fluids flow!

I can feel the end,
I can see the end,
I can hear the end and I
Pray for a swift death!

Swift
Death
Swift
Death
Swift,
Swift death

Swift,
Death
Swift,
Death
Swift,
Swift death!

Pray for a swift death