Feast in the Forest of Impaled Bodies
Merchants impaled on blunt stakes in the ground
Thirty thousand of them tortured and bound
Still breathing
Children staked alive to their mothers chests
Driven through the spine, agonizing death
The forest of impaled bodies lies ahead
A feast held in darkness amidst gore and
Deathly silence
Those who fear me will uphold that silence
Or be speared alive and bled until dry
Witness the strength of my hatred
Destroying my enemies, purging, burning
Slaying whole kingdoms as warning
To those who refuse you fools die now
Taken to the highest peaks of pain
Dropped into a valley of despair
Massacre
Nails of death hammered down
Stench of the rotting dead
Flows through my kingdom's gates
My rule reaches far and wide
They will fear my hand, torture
Skinned and boiled alive
Scalping, mutilation and disease
Feast in the forest of impaled bodies
Verminous scum you will die at the hands of The Impaler
I'll ravage your world
Until destruction covers the land
Left to bleed at the stake
Black blood pours from the weak
Cut from the groin up to the breast
MOUSE ON A TINY SPEAR
Curled in a vice of torment
Gushing with intestinal blood
Your entrails spread on the floor
Sliced at the knees and crippled
Taken to the highest peaks of pain
Dropped into a valley of despair
Massacre, nails of death hammered down
Feast in the forest of impaled bodies
Vile and deranged, thousands are slain
Bodies, speared for me. Putrid gore
Gruesome end. Feast on death
Thirty thousand of them tortured and bound
Still breathing
Children staked alive to their mothers chests
Driven through the spine, agonizing death
The forest of impaled bodies lies ahead
A feast held in darkness amidst gore and
Deathly silence
Those who fear me will uphold that silence
Or be speared alive and bled until dry
Witness the strength of my hatred
Destroying my enemies, purging, burning
Slaying whole kingdoms as warning
To those who refuse you fools die now
Taken to the highest peaks of pain
Dropped into a valley of despair
Massacre
Nails of death hammered down
Stench of the rotting dead
Flows through my kingdom's gates
My rule reaches far and wide
They will fear my hand, torture
Skinned and boiled alive
Scalping, mutilation and disease
Feast in the forest of impaled bodies
Verminous scum you will die at the hands of The Impaler
I'll ravage your world
Until destruction covers the land
Left to bleed at the stake
Black blood pours from the weak
Cut from the groin up to the breast
MOUSE ON A TINY SPEAR
Curled in a vice of torment
Gushing with intestinal blood
Your entrails spread on the floor
Sliced at the knees and crippled
Taken to the highest peaks of pain
Dropped into a valley of despair
Massacre, nails of death hammered down
Feast in the forest of impaled bodies
Vile and deranged, thousands are slain
Bodies, speared for me. Putrid gore
Gruesome end. Feast on death
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Charles Whitfield, Philip John Tolfree, Timothy James Whyte, Thurston James Howe
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