You awake at dawn As they drag you away Through dungeons that reek Of rot and decay Your final road To ruin and slump You wonder how the Hell You ended up in this dump The headsman is ready Got axes to grind Your black hooded butcher With your head on his mind Heading for decapitation Blinded by the sun As you enter the square An abhorrent stench Is stinking up the air From the screaming mass Of incestous freaks Blindly cheering on The justice technique Deafened by the noise Of the hollering mob As you're covered in their spit Infectious dribble and gob Heading for decapitation [ Lead: Andersson ] [ Lead: Pehrsson ] Down on your knees Head on the block You squeal hail Mary And the crowd they mock Heading for decapitation