Shut up your foolish laughter, man
It only hides your fear of being destroyed
Your body aches, your mind collapses
The executioner smiles, as if he enjoys
The torture chamber's fitted well
The rack's the place you'll go to hell, indeed
So do your prayer, prepare to die
Don't ask if they got the right to make you bleed
They'll punish you
Down to the bone
Put to the rack
Down to the bone
The sweat is running down your spine
You're chained up tight, no sense to move away
So do your prayer, prepare to die
Don't ask if they got the right to make you bleed
They'll punish you
Down to the bone
Put to the rack
Down to the bone
Screams of pain resounding through the halls
Streams of blood are flowing from the walls
Your flesh is burning, your brain is tearing up
They take away what they couldn't give back
So, now your will to be is gone
You're tired of pain now rest your soul and die
You're not the first and not the last
As long as Satan's seed flourishes they die
They'll punish you
Down to the bone
Put to the rack
Down to the bone