My hands are bound behind my back
While this cloth keeps me blind
I hear the screams of a man next to me so I know I'm next in line
One by one they chose a form of death
While mine came from a blade
The rodents, the peasants
And the bastards alike were slaughtered
While their corpses suffered mutilation
There is no justification for my ruthless decapitation
There is no justification
For man believes what
He cannot see and will spill his blood for thee
Death is coming, for this I know
The stench of rotting bodies rises from below
I can't see the light while gasping for air
When I'm dead I'll ask him why he wasn't there
With each inch cut in my throat
I didn't feel a presence of a might deity
Though years of practice taught me that
I would see him when my time would come
The deception is a perception because of our different beliefs
A lineage of filth is what they call
The bottom feeders for they do not know right from wrong
I tried to follow the best that I could
The result ended in my gruesome decapitation
I was still conscious and in those final seconds
I condemned the almighty and lost my faith
