Текст: Brodequin. Instruments Of Torture. Burnt In Effegy.

Placed upon the barrel a stone rain falls from the crowd smells of smoke
And burning flesh are all that surround an iron hoop placed around the waist
Of the lifeless body hung till dead before being commited to fire.

Gunpowder hung around their necks, cloths and limbs smeared with pitch,
Forced to wear a tar covered bonnet.

Burning the body for jesus killing by holy design reeds thrown on the platform bundled
Under each arm crowds gather to witness suffering of those left alive fat and blood
Drip fromt he fingers explosions sever limbs, burnt in effigy.