The Rack

In the dungeon's where it waits
 Locked down in this cold wet place
 For good or bad it has been used
 Many have died to pay their dues
 Made from wood and chains of steel
 Tighten the rope by turning wheel
 [Chorus:]
 The wheel is turning, it never stops
 Ripping in half ripping apart
 Once turning it cannot stop
 Rip you in half, rip you apart
 The wheel is turning, it never stops
 Ripping in half ripping apart
 Once turning it cannot stop
 Rip you in half, rip you apart
 Muscles snap from pounds of tension
 Arms and legs meet dislocation
 Stretched to then past the breaking point
 Pulling hip bones out of joint
 Don't beg don't plead don't even try
 I've met the rack it's time to die
 [Repeat Chorus]
 Tied, gagged, and broken separation is complete
 The rack fulfills it's purpose, dividing bone and meat
 For confession or for torture it's grip never releases
 The rack has claimed another life
 My body lies in pieces