To extract any kind of confession The chained flail turns into a mean of execution Differing in length an supplied with additional spikes The effects on the scourge are warlike Supplemented by razor blade sharp steel bands This instrument will prepare you for your end Permanent mutilation, bones get shattered Beating you with my flail, brains are splattered Now you're unfleshed to the bone Raped, sliced and left alone I love to hear your deadly screams More pain than in your worst dreams After heating of the prongs you'll get whipped Neck and arms immobilized, you'll be stripped Rusty stars pierce your flesh to the bone So be sure you never will come home Punishment has not finished yet Now I will prepare my special set You can choose between an axe or the sword Your head is gonna roll for my lord