Damiens Lyrics

The singing guillotine
Is our harsh reality.
The man removed
From the killing blow
This is empty,
Cold, inhuman.
I long for an execution
Like Darmiens,
A hateful death,
An ugly death, one
At the hands of another
Living man.
I want to look into his eyes
As he binds my arms and legs
To four horses.
Curse his god
As he pours boiling oil and lead
Into my wounds.
In a bloody heap I will lie.
It hurts. Its hurts. It hurts.
I am Relieved.