An angel of scorn, the lord of the lash. To be ripped and torn, to gore and to gash
Vengeance is born and must sever and slash. All traitors shall mourn in anger and ash
They break your bones, you suffer and moan. Into hell fire you're hurled
Daggers of pain rip at your brain. Soon to be leaving this world
Gasping and crying tortured and dying...
The leather caress you give out your last breath. Broken on the wheel
The blood lays in pools beneath the torturer's tools
And flies feast as flames lick the sky
Die
Break him