Lyrics:

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