Endless Torture Lyrics


Ways of execution can differ from man to man

Death can come slow or fast all depends on the reason why

Burned to fucking death slowly or get suffocated by my hand

I'm the executioner, I can torture,eviscerate goddamn fucking now!

Straight to the slaughterhouse

Strapped from your chest

Stuck in the torture chair

Trembling in fear

You can see me standing there

Slowly deciding your fate

The choice is made

Not time to die

Nightmare starts anyway

Seeing your life flash in front of your eyes

But you're not dead

Endless fucking torture

Starting by carving a pentagram, on your fucking chest

You're slowly praying to die but the torture never ends

Mechanism breaks your bones, as you sit over burning fires

Severe bleeding makes you faint, but you're not going to fucking die