Gridlock - Knights of the Abyss

Your lifeless body hangs above the gallows

Above the greatest fire your life hangs in the balance

Your audience waits anxiously as the noose tears away at your neck

Your spilled blood is measured in gallons as the masses pierce you with hatred

I will not give you mercy

Your exhausted muscles give way to my knife which stands as great marker of justice

Your dismembered limbs and mangled remains hang before you

You will have no proper burial

Your life will be erased

Your pain excites the crowd as your motionless flesh falls to your bloodied feet

As death comes over your helpless body you begin to protest and I halt your

speech

I am your executioner

I am your executioner and you will kneel before me