Raise The Stakes Lyrics - Impaled

[music - Andre LaBarre and Sean McGrath] 

[lyrics - Ross Sewage] 

[solo: "Full-Body Piercing" by A.S. LaBarre] 

An aceldama littered with corpses, withered 

Cerebrum spills from heads hacked in twain 

Incarnadine shower across land scoured 

Quenching the sod, the blood of the slain 

Battles we've fought and conquests we've wrought 

In wholesale slaughter, embroiled 

Harvesting dead for our dinner spread 

To the victors, the fruit of the spoiled 

A quartet of gorelords, reigning in blood 

Sweetmeats are ablated in a sanguine flood 

Survivors of the melee are illaqueated 

Deigned as pabulation, impinguated 

Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled 

Flagitations have all failed 

Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled 

Tapered pikes piercing entrails 

Trodding down a path, beset on each side 

By the ganched and their horrisonant cries 

Astride cacuminated poles, they point the way 

To an arescent feast celebrating victory 

Heartily whiff a myriad of stenches 

Putrescine platters brought forth by wenches 

Cruor bullion, the soup du jour 

Into tankards, claret is poured 

Crapulous carousing, the de rigueur 

Dehiscent lungs bellow gargled parlance 

Supplying ambience 

Caitiff factions sullied our names 

Beseiging their lands, we staked our claims 

With their progeny dead and women caught 

Now the impaled shall rot 

Culled from a paladin's remains 

The redolant guts of peditastellus slain 

Culinary skills are put to the test 

For a seven corpse meal we can't wait to ingest 

From on high, the beleagured cry of suffering 

Stuck like pigs on acicular sticks, uncontrolled blubbering 

Atop gavelocks, punctured gralloch haemorrhage, therein 

Their final view of this motley crew eating finewed kin 

[solo: "Slow Death" by S.C. McGrath] 

Sean, rip off their flesh 

Ross, bring me a glass of blood 

Raul, prepare to make carcass stew 

Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled 

No body left unnassailed 

Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled 

These life times we have curtailed 

Gullets full of tripe harvested from foes 

Through haughty engorgement, their flesh we have disposed 

Skeletons lanced and left dangling in the air 

Of our wrathful scourge, a grave reminder