Brodequin - Pressing To Plead lyrics

Taken back to the cell confined to a low dungeon which no light can enter laid Upon your back strapped down spread eagle that there will be iron set upon your Body as great as you can bear and greater Fed three morsels of barley on the first day of questioning weights added on pressing To plead still no crimes admitted or denied three drinks if water to sustain life Through the day weights piling high upon the chest respirations becoming quick And shallow pressure too intense for the body to sustain Mind failing under the pain the plate of iron collapses into the lungs and heart Ending the trial from which neither side has won