Versuri The Gates Of Slumber - Broken On The Wheel

Album: The Gates Of Slumber - The Awakening

An angel of scorn, the lord of the lash. To be ripped and torn, to gore and to gash.
Vengeance is born and must sever and slash. All traitors shall mourn in anger and ash.

They break your bones, you suffer and moan. Into hell fire you're hurled.
Daggers of pain rip at your brain. Soon to be leaving this world.
Gasping and crying tortured and dying...

The leather caress you give out your last breath. Broken on the wheel.
The blood lays in pools beneath the torturer's tools.
And flies feast as flames lick the sky.

Break him

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