The Torture Songtext / Lyric

The Torture Songtext
The time drips with the gray rain
With the white fog, with snow and ice
The time drips from fingers like blood
After slicing the thin veil of skin off
The throat squeezed with the slow torture
The time wipes everything with the slow torture
The squeezed fingers tremble nervously
And cold rains knock at the windows The master hangman hears your every sigh
The master hangman is neither good nor bad
The time is stretched, the rack and the whip
The vise and the brazier are waiting for you
The master hangman loves what he does
The time drops on like a poison you’ll drink
The torture to death with the gray rain
With hot irons, with fire and whip

The time drips with the gray rain
With the white fog, with snow and ice
The time drips from fingers like blood
After slicing the thin veil of skin off
The throat squeezed with the slow torture
The time wipes everything with the slow torture
The squeezed fingers tremble nervously
And cold rains knock at the windows