Brought to the death-chamber
Tied, naked and bleeding.
Begging to let her go,
They torture her on the brodequin!
After the rape is done,
They ask confession
For the soul to be brought
To the tyrant called God.
Strappado begins,
Hands tied backwards,
She screams to let her go,
They torture her pulling her up,
'Burn her feet, let her cry'
She cannot stand the pain,
She confessed,
She is a child of God now!
They brought her before the public,
They were all happy to see her burn,
And she cried, but with a smile
For she is a child of God!
I’m on the Caltrain, it’s late at night, the fog is upon us all. It is 2023, the world is sheer chaos and Xibalba is a better part of the world. Cosmographer
solid album all the way through. definitely at their best when they're changing it up multiple times within a a song. i'm sure the narrative is evil and shit but i cannot understand anything quasiotter