Cwealmstów Songtext
von Aldorfrea

Tis the time for you to be absolved of sin
You′ll face the axe and praise your king
From your cold, dark cell you're tied and dragged
To the hallowed hill to meet your maker

Beg to the crowd to pray for your life
The swinging axe awaits
A once proud and noble knight
At the mercy of the blade

Off with their head!
Punished at the Cwealmstów
Off with their head!
Murdered at the Cwealmstów


The final moments of your existence
A fear like none you′ve felt before
The jeering congregation begin to flock
May your death be swift into the dark

Beg the crowd to pray for your life
The swinging axe awaits
A once proud and noble knight
At the mercy of the blade

Off with their head!
Punished at the Cwealmstów
Off with their head!
Murdered at the Cwealmstów

My faith is stricken in my final hour
There is no absolution beyond the grave
The cloaked figure of darkness who takes my life
May you burn in hell with all mankind!


Off with my head!
Punished at the Cwealmstów
Off with my head!
Murdered at the Cwealmstów