The slave is strung up, those useless balls dangle and sway. There is no way for him to close his legs, no way to protect those testicles. My footsteps echo through the dungeon, he knows I am on My way down into the depths of the imprisonment cells, on My way to make him suffer. There is no way out, there is nobody to hear his cries of pain, apart from Me, and those balls will be busted.

The slave is strung up, those useless balls dangle and sway. There is no way for him to close his legs, no way to protect those testicles. My footsteps echo through the dungeon, he knows I am on My way down into the depths of the imprisonment cells, on My way to make him suffer. There is no way out, there is nobody to hear his cries of pain, apart from Me, and those balls will be busted.