Feelings are numb, torn & twisted
Anxiously waiting in the dark
A pounding, a rumbling, a rasping draws nearer
A flickering, thousands of sparks
With the first strike
Concussions - you fall to the ground
Handcuffed,
Pulled through your prison's door
The hallway illumed by torchlight
Whimpering behind iron bars
Chained to the wall, naked & shaking
Beaten by fists, soaked in brass
When the grindstone
Is dragged in front of your glassy eyes
Burning Metal
Your head pulled towards your awful demise
Await death! The wound reaching down to the skull
Torture! Burning the white out off your eyes
Spine crushed! Crippled and doomed you're bound
To the Grindstone! Metal on Metal! Delivered to die!
Strokes are raining down, your sight's gonna fade
Shocks storm through your heart, critical state
Delivered to your master's temper, blood's about to spill
If the torture's not making you die, his blade surely will