The dying's clothing alive and in motion with vermin all chained together no need For a warden disease chokes and deprives air resting in puddles of
in obtaining The truth traditional methods fail to provide the desired effect Torture a penalty in itself as a prelude to execution Small cuts and stab
Taken back to the cell confined to a low dungeon which no light can enter laid Upon your back strapped down spread eagle that there will be iron set
Blades open up the flesh cutting deep into the jaw and cheek forced to drink Large quantities of wine members tied with a lute string Slicing the throats
Passing under the divine bodies hanging under the sacred grove that adjoins the temple Uppsala putrefaction a sign of god's approval Suffocating holy
Searing the flesh as fat spills onto the ground coals crackle and spark whilst the flames Grow higher Preparing your soul for the eternal fires awaiting
Low thunder of the widow's blade rattles deep within the bones of those gathered To witness the performance Straps tightened under the arms and head
A voice of foul festivity hangs in the air devouring the squires of mercy Trembling near the gibbet gathering in the shadow of the gallows a stifling
Placed in a large iron hop hinged in two halves hands bound behind the back Forced to kneel on the lower half with the executioner straddling the victim
Restrained fastened to a plank outside world cutoff from witnessing the judgement Set forth upon thee cloth placed over the mouth eyes roll back blood
