An iron point penetrates And crushes the cervical vitabrae The entire neck is forced forward The trachea being crushed against the collar The spike at the back Guarantees prolonged agony Apart from suffocation Destruction of the spinal column Locked around the swollen neck You are chained to a dungeon wall In a hall we prepare you For your slow death by the punishment collar No warmth or clean air Rotting and smelling cadavers Vermins in your food And maggots in your water In the meantime you get befouled By your own and others excrements In which you are lying in Shit upon your skin The flesh of neck, shoulders and jaw Wears away, down to the bone, Gangrene spreads Fever acompanies contamination From the festering wounds, eventually Bones erode