The Rack Lyrics

In the dungeon, deep under ground
A morbid fear, palpitations, unbearable pound
Footstep outside the stairway
Executioners's arrival
A sinister procession, grim macabre tribunal
Heretical pervert, inexorable judge
The sentence is death by the grace of the church
Inside the torture chamber the smell of blood and pain
Iron is glowing in pits of fire, instruments of the insane
The Rack: Altar of blood!

The Rack: Altar of pain!
Suffocate in blood, bones pulverized
Mutilated tissue, evisceration
Sawed off limbs, emasculation
Human leftovers, a smouldering mess
Atrocious performance, methods of madness
Inside the torture chamber instruments covered with stains
The Rack has taken his victim beyond the boundaries of pain!