I will not survive this night

Scraped of my vesture confined in a dungeon of sludge

Reign of whips sink their fangs into a helpless frame

Body marked with filth-stained blood

A shrieking scream resonates within chambers of anguish

The mind has succumbed to this torture ritual

Wrists are blistered from the cold sharp chain

My torso lingering over the cradle of bloodshed

I will not survive this night

Slowly declining to my inevitable doom

Torn apart and gutted by impalement

My eyes turn white as I throw up my interiors

Head faints down the chest as I take my final breath

Head faints down the chest as I take my final breath

You will not survive this night

You will suffer this torture ritual

Screeches fade into the night

As the henchmen perform their act

No one can see my atrocious martyrdom for salvation

No one can see my atrocious martyrdom

This is my last night

My final hour drawing nearer

Head faints down the chest as I take my final breath

Head faints down the chest while I suffer this torture ritu