Death Row

Vulture

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Straps around your wrists pulled tight
Confession extracted in desperate plight
No matter which words you'd have said
The verdict's cast in stone - they want you dead

Chained to a cot, damned you'll rot
The devil will eat up your soul
Torment is taking control on death

The ruler's words sound from his keep
Condemned you are trapped in dungeons deep
An iron gate - your prison's guard
Forever iti shall stay bolted and barred

Chained to a cot, damned you'll rot
The devil will eat up your soul
Torment is taking control on death

One day they'll break the seal
You'll be facing your ordeal
You will die broken on the wheel

Death row
Chained to a cot
Death row
Damned you'll rot
Death row
Cold will run your blood