Upon My Flesh

Hanged by the neck at the gallows
Left there to swing in the wind
Rot in the sun as a warning
To those who worship the beast

The Lord’s work is a profitable one
The good Lord pays in silver for every hanging

Mark of the devil
Upon my flesh
No pain is felt
No blood is flown

Bow before him
Man of many lusts
The Lord’s work
For his own needs

Trial by water
Trial by fire
Devil takes care of his own
Death no matter what