Knights Of The Abyss Gridlock
Your lifeless body hangs above the gallows.
Above the greatest fire your life hangs in the balance.
Your audience waits anxiously as the noose tears away at
your neck.
Your spilled blood is measured in gallons as the masses
pierce you with hatred.
I will not give you mercy.
Your exhausted muscles give way to my knife which stands
as great marker of justice.
Your dismembered limbs and mangled remains hang before
you. You will have no proper burial.
Your life will be erased.
Your pain excites the crowd as your motionless flesh
falls to your bloodied feet.
As death comes over your helpless body you begin to
protest and I halt your speech.
I am your executioner.
I am your executioner and you will kneel before me.