Garrucha Lyrics


Three methods of torture

My hand alone will decide their pain

The hedonistic lifestyle

Of the filth on this earth

Will not go unpunished

The guilty legally accused

My time to serve

Strapping the heretic’s hands together

Tied up to a pole

Dropped with violent force

Repeat the process

Until justice duly served

Breaking and dislocating

The shoulders and the elbows

Toiling in pain

Begging for the end

No mercy for you

Left to live with significant Disfigurement

Dumped in the streets

A life of waste and repentance

State executioners

Employed by the dozen

To the dirty deeds

of the church

Endorsed by the crown

For many years to come

Torture without end

No matter new or converso

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