| Shut up your foolish laugh
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| The man is only hides your fear of being destroyed
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| Your body aches, your mind collapses
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| The executioner smiles, as if he enjoys
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| The fortune chamber’s filled well
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| The rock’s the place you’ll go to hell, indeed
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| So do your prayer, prepare to die
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| Don’t ask if they got the night to make you bleed
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| They’ll punish you
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| Down to the bone
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| Put to the rack
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| Down to the bone
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| The sweet is running down your spine
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| You’re chained up tight, no way to move away
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| So do your prayer, prepare to die
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| Don’t ask if they got the night to make you bleed
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| They’ll punish you
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| Down to the bone
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| Put to the rack
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| Down to the bone
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| Screams of pain resounding through the halls
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| Streams of blood are flowing from the walls
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| Your flesh is burning, your brain is tearing up They take away what they couldn’t give back
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| So, now your will to be is gone
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| You’re friend of pain so rest your soul and die
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| You’re not the first and not the last
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| As long as satan’s seed flourishes they die
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| They’ll punish you
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| Down to the bone
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| Put to the rack
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| Down to the bone |