Psycroptic - Cruelty Incarnate Lyrics
There's a story of a moment in time, many an aeon agoA brutal ruler existed, in times of medievalHe was king (of an) ago old country, many withinFeared - by all those who dwelled in this kingdom - all!Many of them peasants - poor!Servants to a tyrant - slaves!Born for his useBetween the rich huge divideLords and lawmen and their wivesThey live their lives in comfortbut like the peasants they fear........the.....king!For each day they thank god they're aliveas they wake, and they pray each andevery night - that morning comesFor the king likes to abduct each nighttwo people for, morbid funHe ties them up and takes them to his home - the castleOnce he gets there, he takes them downinto the torture room. He screams with joy as he putsthem instantly into contraptionsThe male is nailed to a wall,and his legs are placed in acidAs his legs are eaten the female is devoured by rodents-Alive!...the pain....so extremeThe king he throws back his headhe's so glad neither are deadRemoves the half man from the wallrips out the nails lets him fallTakes the rats from the womans mangled figureThen douses her body with keroseneStrikes, a flint, creating a spark which ignites herand she's screaming to his delightAs she screams he slits the mans throat-increasing his excitementHis mouth commands his people but-His pleasues shall rule their...lives.
