Tied, taut to the centre stone
Witnessed by the ill-bourne night
Condemned to be drawn
By aged and sickened equus four
Limbs drawn - pandiculation prolonged
To the cusp of the yielding point
Lashing claws and carves into flesh
Sins, blood and screams flow free
Lucifuge hour draws near
May the rending truly begin
Extremities scarped, and slowly taut
Mares strain to break of this man free
... to break of this man free ...
Limbs crack, yet restrained, retain their thieves
The merciful axe relieves the mares of their drudgery
Lying in a pool of sin, a spectacle awaits
A spectacle awaits to gasp a final breath ...
