Torture Chamber

On the path of submissive existence
The body would move forward
Wounds would be cleaned
For a new level of deepening
Darkness profound awaits

At first would only be pain
Finally would come the calmness

Being dragged to the depths
Being dragged to the depths

Even the most brainless
Would begin to understand
To decrypt with his wounds
What he couldn't with his eyes
Darkness profound dominates

The body was shivering
Against the spikes
Blood
Was flowing uncontrolled

Being dragged to the depths
Being dragged to the depths

Corpse's face
Was not showing
Any sign of
The promised redemption
Was hanging over the abyss

Through the forehead
Was breaking through
The deathly point
Of the iron spike