Garrucha

Dancing to garrucha, strappado
 Slave you're lying whore tomorrow she will die
 Soft white face staring eyes through the heart
 Wait for the call sent from heaven's dead eclipse
 Place this clear secret force in the chest of the dying whore her sorrow will ignite the earth
 Led to the firmament silently
 Face the crying whore tomorrow she will die in court blind
 Blind pale eyes fixed on dead clocks to kill the time blind
 Low voices
 Secret unsung - the song records the voice closed
 Opened doors of the dying source
 The point guides off to wait and suffer but they dance the blinded
 Judgment seeks their name with hurried vengeance for their life of silence
 Approved the judge to the jury
 Orphan the plus from the minus
 Low voices speak
 Brace
 Psychopathic slut shuts the mouth sewn shut
 About to turn dead
 Temper the burn
 Ignited in turn to kill dead time
 Dead clocks unwind
 Capturing death
 Frayed light fades slow
 Pay the parting cost
 Burn slow
 All will stand cheering for their own death
 Turn around face the crowd
 Checking out the final taste you will have in the time that you waste in the firmament
 Close out the agonized
 Foreshadow everyone cheering for their own death
 Sent without fear to be taken out
 Eyes uncaring
 "Do what they say" ignited the way
 Psychopathic slut