Straps around your wrists pulled tight Confession extracted in desperate plight No matter which words you'd have said The verdict's cast in stone - they want you dead
Chained to a cot, damned you'll rot The devil will eat up your soul Torment is taking control on death
The ruler's words sound from his keep Condemned you are trapped in dungeons deep An iron gate - your prison's guard Forever iti shall stay bolted and barred
Chained to a cot, damned you'll rot The devil will eat up your soul Torment is taking control on death
One day they'll break the seal You'll be facing your ordeal You will die broken on the wheel
Death row Chained to a cot Death row Damned you'll rot Death row Cold will run your blood
