Letra de To the Rack With Them - The Gates Of Slumber

Upon your judas cradle
Ropes made from your skin
Burning scent of incense
The aroma of your flesh
Burning cauldron of tar
You're a fancy self made god
Completely bound and tied
With a mouth full of shit
To the rack with them
Broken bones pulled out joints
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Eyes gouged with hot irons
Raped by holy man
Agonized pain for hours
Burning cauldron of tar
You're a fancy self made god
Open from gut to neck
Rats feast from within
To the rack with them
To the rack with them