by Nick Gisburne
The sacred rites of punishment begin
Pneumatic pistons penetrate the face
Corrosive venom pumps beneath the skin
Dissolving flesh as metal takes its place
The Priests of Pain consume his bile and blood
They pump a toxic mucus through the heart
The viscera are melted into mud
As every muscle’s meat is ripped apart
The body dies, in seven savage ways
And yet the breath of life returns again
The final crime: a mirror meets his gaze
His features far from those of mortal men
Astonished by the torture that he took
His followers adore his latest look
