To extract any kind of confession
The chained flail turns into a mean of execution
Differing in length an supplied with additional spikes
The effects on the scourge are warlike
Supplemented by razor blade sharp steel bands
This instrument will prepare you for your end
Permanent mutilation, bones get shattered
Beating you with my flail, brains are splattered
Now you're unfleshed to the bone
Raped, sliced and left alone
I love to hear your deadly screams
More pain than in your worst dreams
After heating of the prongs you'll get whipped
Neck and arms immobilized, you'll be stripped
Rusty stars pierce your flesh to the bone
So be sure you never will come home
Punishment has not finished yet
Now I will prepare my special set
You can choose between an axe or the sword
Your head is gonna roll for my lord