The Frisk
Mount Agony
Sun dappled sweat slashes awakeBlood blotted out by the breezeAnother bolt upright blue light specialSnarling scenes fade linger diseaseThe starting gate's filled with agony mountsEach a catalog of a circle of hellThe gamut of grisly peaks awaitIt's post time for fit fever padded cellShying and prancing they stare at each otherThen burst down the track at sanguinary speedNo way to run from the horses of hellDestined to lose no matter who leadsOn torture, on abuser, on cold-blooded killerOn molester, on rapist, on bruteOn mayhem, on plague, on death gurgle spasmLacerate, impale, convulse
From Letras Mania