Thirteen Swings

Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade Blistering stings the irons made Razor steel; encroaches my face The rats squeal, infesting this place Ear piercing rings never to fade Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade Condemned as a whore, pending gloom Chained to the floor, this cold dark room Gnawing pains as I clench my fists Iron chains, dig into my wrists Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade On Satan’s wings, price to be paid Panic sets in, next swinging stroke The demons grin at Satan’s joke Demented kings; I’m so afraid Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade