Lying in my prison cell, shadows hide my living Hell
Hear and feel the ringing bell
Epitaph carved on the wall, waiting for the axe to fall
Pray for God to end it all
Torture strange my truth will try, yet my liberty deny
On the promise of a lie
Guillotine too good for me, fast and sharp and struggle-free
Limiting my misery
Sentenced to death, to rot in the tower
Counting the days, awaiting the hour
Damned to my fate like a lamb to the slaughter
Die by the hand of the scavenger's daughter
Turn and face the crude device, feel my blood as cold as ice
Contemplating my demise
Shackled to the iron frame, foetal victim, brutal game
Murder in the nation's name
Hands, head, feet are chained, struggle like a man insane
Entering a world of pain
Limbs crushed, lungs compress, agony is limitless
Too late too confess
Sentenced to death, to rot in the tower
Counting the days, awaiting the hour
Damned to my fate like a witch to the water
Die by the hand of the scavenger's daughter
In this cell a man confined, fighting with my troubled mind
Blood and darkness, I am blind
Torture strange my truth did try, yet my liberty deny
On the promise of a lie
Sentenced to death, to rot in the tower
Counting the days, awaiting the hour
Damned to my fate like a witch to the water
Die by the hand of the scavenger's daughter