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In the dungeon's where it waits |
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Locked down in this cold wet place |
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For good or bad it has been used |
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Many have died to pay their dues |
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Made from wood and chains of steel |
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Tighten the rope by turning wheel [Chorus:] |
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The wheel is turning, it never stops |
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Ripping in half ripping apart |
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Once turning it cannot stop |
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Rip you in half, rip you apart |
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The wheel is turning, it never stops |
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Ripping in half ripping apart |
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Once turning it cannot stop |
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Rip you in half, rip you apart |
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Muscles snap from pounds of tension |
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Arms and legs meet dislocation |
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Stretched to then past the breaking point |
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Pulling hip bones out of joint |
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Don't beg don't plead don't even try |
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I've met the rack it's time to die [Repeat Chorus] |
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Tied, gagged, and broken separation is complete |
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The rack fulfills it's purpose, dividing bone and meat |
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For confession or for torture it's grip never releases |
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The rack has claimed another life |
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My body lies in pieces |