"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
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 Spirit of the Damned, 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 Spirit of the Damned, iron shadows cast Hear my desperate cries Shrieking demon – far and wide praying for this breath to be my last
Terrified – to the left and to the right Spirit of the Damned, iron shadows cast Hear my desperate cries Shrieking demon – far and wide praying for this breath to be my last