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