Torches Of Nero (Brodequin)

Sewn into the skin of wolves to be mangled by Savage dogs awakened by the scent of fear Frenzied by the taste of blood disfigured survivours Attemt escape quickly seized to amputate both Feet bound tightly by a rope attached to a post Daubed with pitch and set alight to act as tourches In the night choking clouds of smoldering flesh serve As reminder for those who would be Bursts into the bones skin drops like melted wax Bowels fall out from the torso combs tear away at The ribs christians enflamed in Nero?s name tasting Their fires of sin blood flies across the fire filled sky