Fatal Castration - Coup De Grâce

A decade of slavery
the scream of agony is echoing
they drink their blood to fill their thirst
their flesh is the food they eat to feed the hunger punishment is their payback
the traces of torture in their skin marks
the reaper's scythe sharpened to cull the worthless The injured slaves lined up and waited for their queue
survival is the only option for freedom
the fiend administered the unmerciful shivered of death
randomly beheaded whoever passed by
they don't listen to the victim's last words
few are running for their lives, hoping to survive the horrendous carnage
the blood path pointing the way to be hunted everything goes by will face their untimely death Coup de grâce!
Death is coming!