Down to the Bone - Rage

Shut up your foolish laugh

The man is only hides your fear of being destroyed

Your body aches, your mind collapses

The executioner smiles, as if he enjoys

The fortune chamber’s filled well

The rock’s the place you’ll go to hell, indeed

So do your prayer, prepare to die

Don’t ask if they got the night to make you bleed

They’ll punish you

Down to the bone

Put to the rack

Down to the bone

The sweet is running down your spine

You’re chained up tight, no way to move away

So do your prayer, prepare to die

Don’t ask if they got the night to make you bleed

They’ll punish you

Down to the bone

Put to the rack

Down to the bone

Screams of pain resounding through the halls

Streams of blood are flowing from the walls

Your flesh is burning, your brain is tearing up They take away what they couldn’t give back

So, now your will to be is gone

You’re friend of pain so rest your soul and die

You’re not the first and not the last

As long as satan’s seed flourishes they die

They’ll punish you

Down to the bone

Put to the rack

Down to the bone