Angelic Desolation - The Seven Hells of a Weed Thief Lyrics

In our kingdom
Few are rules we make
But there is one law
You do not break

You've chosen your fate
Now it's too late
Seven points to every sacred leaf
Seven hells await the wretched thief

We won't kill you
But you'll beg us to

Right to the f*cking point
Where you stole that joint
You became a thorn in our sides
We are much obliged
To have crucified such a waste of human flesh
On the cross, off the cross
Take him down, put him back
Seven times, seven hells
Seven times seven deaths
Dawn for the final time
Drag you to the line
Now it's on to your next hell
You detect a smell
Fire burning well
Could it be what you've dreaded?

It's the brazen bull
Hell's tool of bronze and fire
Throw him in and watch him scream for god
Seven minutes in the bull will have you screaming
Begging for your life
Your time is up
Take him down
Strap him up for seven lashings
As you're bleeding
Watch your flesh peel off
It's falling down
Your flesh, peeled off
Now fall

Hacking, hacking at your fingers
Now your hands are no more
Take them all but the thumbs and pinkies
Take his hands and cut them
Hacking, hacking at your fingers
Now your hands are no more
Take now seven toes
The tongue is next to go
Cut out the lies you told
Your flesh we're begging for

We're gonna watch you die
We're gonna watch you die
You piece of shit
Do it all six more times
Do it all six more times
You're not done yet
Do it all six more times
Do it all six more times
After you heal
Do it all six more times
Do it all six more times
After you heal
That's seven times, seven times
Seven hells, seven times
That was the deal

There is no god but the almighty law
Now we witness the death of the damned weed thief