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