"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 [bad word] 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