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Punished verbally

Physically

And assaulted

Shackled and whipped

Buided down to the under-ground

Violence path

No one can hear you

Save your breath

For when you will be

Downtrodden by The Countess

Bleeding raw

Carcass whore

Peasant waste

You can scream and howl now

Nothing will change

You can plead and beg

I will not initigate

The power I hold

Your death I'll behold

Skin turning blue and grey

As you suffer your last day

Bleeding raw

Carcass whore

Peasant waste

No mercy, no pity

Ablaze I'll set this ritu

Here comes at the eve of death

The eve of death

The eve of death!!!

Howl and scream

It gives me pleasure

Your last moments I will treasure

You will never ever be again

Just another lament by the peasants in torment