Burning The Soul With Diesel

Dead man with a pulse
Awaiting his time
With nowhere to go
His prayer fall on deaf ears
Watching the whetstone
sharpen the blade
His heart starts to rush
For he knows whats to come

Impalement
The price of cowardice
Impalement
The price of disloyalty

Burning his soul with diesel
A slow death
His screams for mercy
Will fall on deaf ears
The ogre will stand above
Watching the mortal bleed to death
As his wounds start
To become deeper and deeper

Impalement
The way of the ogre
Impalement
The price of disloyalty

Burning the soul with diesel
The mortal will die
Burning the soul with diesel
A slow death
Death by impalement