The feeble mortal has blasphemed the name of Zoldon and must pay dearly
Then we shall apply the scourge of suffering to his very soul
Yes, we shall give him a taste of the scourge! - The joy from his soul is for zoldon to purge
Increase the suffering, add to the pain, let him feel torment again and again
Taste of the scourge, ravage the soul, the spirit shall weaken for zoldon to mould
The body of the victim is wracked with pain
Perpetual torment will drive him insane
Joy of the master, the occurance of suffering
The constant increase of HURTING
Listen to the screams of mercy form a delightful melody. The master is pleased, he hums a jaunty tune. The lord of darkness knows nothing of mercy. The pleas of the prisoner go unheard.
Herald: Zoldon tires of this feeble charade! Now for the death!
Now for the death.