King Of Terrors
«The Inquisitorial vengeance had been hurried by my two-fold escape,
and there was to be no more dallying with the King of Terrors…»
Edgar Allan Poe —
The Pit and the Pendulum
I awake — without the sun
encased in walls of steel
terror so real — it blinds me
Rancid darkness steals my breath
The Pit — on the edge of death
The wells of Hell know not my name
I slip away…into black I fade away
Terrified — to the left and to the right
Spirit of the Damned, iron shadows cast
Hear my desperate cries
Shrieking demon — far and wide
praying for this breath to be my last
Awake again — paralyzed
I′m shackled to this alter
sacrificed to their God
′Inch by Inch and Line by Line′
The Blade — descending lost in time
The fiends of Doom they call my name
I slip away…into black I fade away
Terrified — to the left and to the right
Spirit of the Damned, iron shadows cast
Hear my desperate cries
Shrieking demon — far and wide
praying for this breath to be my last
Terrified — to the left and to the right
Spirit of the Damned, iron shadows cast
Hear my desperate cries
Shrieking demon — far and wide
praying for this breath to be my last
@ Symphony X