Watching through the suffering soul that you can't control
The pain is too strong
A victim of persuasion to another throne
Fated to slowly...
This feeling, like I've been stabbed in the back
Who vengeance in my mind I try to fight against it
But in doesn't give me peace of mind, it gives me hate
It burns – the fire in your soul
It burns – the anger you hold
It burns – The growing pain
It burns
You're fated to slowly die
Once you betray the one who decides your faith
There's no need to beg on your knees for mercy
I've got tour future in my hands, with fear you wait for my command
What shall it be
Torture – your body's too weak
Torture – soon death will release
Torture – your regrets won't help
Torture
You're fated to stowly die