Brodequin - Duke Of Exeter | Текст песни

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Behold the duke of exeter,
lying awake eyes wide open beholding
the instruments of pain ankles set wrists
locked down all the boards put in place,
muscles tense when questioning begins soon fail
during restraint wrists and shoulders dilocated life
fades away the duke of exeter,
racked at the pulley,
while beaten with cords,
blood flows from the mouth while boiling oil is poured.