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