Cruelty Incarnate - Psycroptic

There’s a story of a moment in time, many an aeon ago

A brutal ruler existed, in times of medieval

He was king (of an) ago old country, many within

Feared — by all those who dwelled in this kingdom — all!

Many of them peasants — poor!

Servants to a tyrant — slaves!

Born for his use

Between the rich huge divide

Lords and lawmen and their wives

They live their lives in comfort

But like the peasants they fear…

…the…king!

For each day they thank god they’re alive

As they wake, and they pray each and

Every night — that morning comes

For the king likes to abduct each night

Two people for, morbid fun

He ties them up and takes them to his home — the castle

Once he gets there, he takes them down

Into the torture room.

He screams with joy as he puts

Them instantly into contraptions

The male is nailed to a wall

And his legs are placed in acid

As his legs are eaten the female is devoured by rodents-

Alive… the pain… so extreme

The king he throws back his head

He’s so glad neither are dead

Removes the half man from the wall

Rips out the nails lets him fall

Takes the rats from the womans mangled figure

Then douses her body with kerosene

Strikes, a flint, creating a spark which ignites her

And she’s screaming to his delight

As she screams he slits the mans throat-

Increasing his excitement

His mouth commands his people but-

His pleasues shall rule their… lives