The Judas Cradle Lyrics

I made you straddle on an accute block of wood
The corner penetrates the butt, it feels so good
I keep your skinned legs apart by bindings
Tying stones or weights to the feets of the victim
Placing burning torchs next to the naked body
The torture is augmented
Fastening a bowl with live rat to the stomach
Suddenly your anus begins to ache
Bearing you down, even harder on the corner
Falling to the ground, now you've reached the border
Unimaginable pain, the torture was taken to extreme
From medieval times until today it remains the same
Hoisted up whereupon you are lowered
Victims weight rests on the point of the corner
In accordance with the interrogators desire
I can vary the pressure to total body weight
Arms are stretched backwards, body is pulled up
By arms onto a bench, feets are weighted down
Slowly pulled up, stretched above your head
Body is then lowered, pulled up till you're dead