No! Please, please let me go,
Oh red-horned-devils.
I am the wrong person.
No. Ieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
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.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
