"Family Approaching Death"
They were led through,
A path to their destruction.
In the Falcon Tower.
On this, their last day of life.
The bond between a mother and her son,
A sacred bond, never to be touched,
Unfortunately for them,
On that day, it was to be violated.
They cut off the mother's b******,
And then forced them, b*****,
Onto the faces of the sons,
A truly f***** up sight.
And for their father, seen as the leader,
A horrible and rarely used at the time punishment awaited.
A large, sharpened wooden pole,
Was stuck into him.
And finally, for Anna and the two eldest sons
A pyre of execution
The smoke filled their lungs
As they screamed
And all that remained of the family
Was the youngest
But after that day there was another pyre
And among those burned was the youngest son of Pappenheimer
An innocent family ended
Sons, husband, and wife
The price of superstition is human life.
They were led through,
A path to their destruction.
In the Falcon Tower.
On this, their last day of life.
The bond between a mother and her son,
A sacred bond, never to be touched,
Unfortunately for them,
On that day, it was to be violated.
They cut off the mother's b******,
And then forced them, b*****,
Onto the faces of the sons,
A truly f***** up sight.
And for their father, seen as the leader,
A horrible and rarely used at the time punishment awaited.
A large, sharpened wooden pole,
Was stuck into him.
And finally, for Anna and the two eldest sons
A pyre of execution
The smoke filled their lungs
As they screamed
And all that remained of the family
Was the youngest
But after that day there was another pyre
And among those burned was the youngest son of Pappenheimer
An innocent family ended
Sons, husband, and wife
The price of superstition is human life.