Shut up your foolish laughnThe man is only hides your fear of being destroyednYour body aches, your mind collapsesnThe executioner smiles, as if he enjoysnnThe fortune chamber's filled wellnThe rock's the place you'll go to hell, indeednSo do your prayer, prepare to dienDon't ask if they got the night to make you bleednnThey'll punish younDown to the bonenPut to the racknDown to the bonennThe sweet is running down your spinenYou're chained up tight, no way to move awaynSo do your prayer, prepare to dienDon't ask if they got the night to make you bleednnThey'll punish younDown to the bonenPut to the racknDown to the bonennScreams of pain resounding through the hallsnStreams of blood are flowing from the wallsnYour flesh is burning, your brain is tearing upnThey take away what they couldn't give backnnSo, now your will to be is gonenYou're friend of pain so rest your soul and dienYou're not the first and not the lastnAs long as Satan's seed flourishes they diennThey'll punish younDown to the bonenPut to the racknDown to the bonen