The Rope Or The Pendulum
Come to me, my love
And let my affection be heard in the skies above.
Our time together has given me two choices,
With the verge of death on my mind,
The angels above are singing and rejoicing.
The rope will be at the end,
Once put on my neck,
There'll be no time to repent.
Or the circular pendulum will swing,
Under the sharpest of blades,
My blood will sing.
Whichever choice I'll make,
My love for you, is what I'll take.