I awake – without the sun
encased in walls of steel
terror so real – it blinds me
Rancid darkness steals my breath
The Pit – on the edge of death
The wells of Hell know not my name
I slip away…into black I fade away
Terrified – to the left and to the right
Spirits of the d___ed, iron shadows cast
Hear my desperate cries
Shrieking demon – far and wide
praying for this breath to be my last
Awake again – paralyzed
I’m shackled to this alter
sacrificed to their God
‘Inch by Inch and Line by Line’
The Blade – descending lost in time
The fiends of Doom they call my name
I slip away… into black I fade away
Terrified – to the left and to the right
Spirits of the d___ed, iron shadows cast
Hear my desperate cries
Shrieking demon – far and wide
praying for this breath to be my last
“The Inquisitorial vengeance
had been hurried by my two-fold escape,
and there was to be no more dallying
with the King of Terrors…”
[Edgar Allan Poe – The Pit and the Pendulum]
Terrified – to the left and to the right
Spirits of the d___ed, iron shadows cast
Hear my desperate cries
Shrieking demon – far and wide
praying for this breath to be my last
