[music - Andre LaBarre and Sean McGrath]
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[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
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[solo: "Full-Body Piercing" by A.S. LaBarre]
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An aceldama littered with corpses, withered
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Cerebrum spills from heads hacked in twain
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Incarnadine shower across land scoured
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Quenching the sod, the blood of the slain
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Battles we've fought and conquests we've wrought
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In wholesale slaughter, embroiled
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Harvesting dead for our dinner spread
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To the victors, the fruit of the spoiled
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A quartet of gorelords, reigning in blood
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Sweetmeats are ablated in a sanguine flood
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Survivors of the melee are illaqueated
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Deigned as pabulation, impinguated
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Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
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Flagitations have all failed
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Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
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Tapered pikes piercing entrails
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Trodding down a path, beset on each side
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By the ganched and their horrisonant cries
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Astride cacuminated poles, they point the way
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To an arescent feast celebrating victory
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Heartily whiff a myriad of stenches
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Putrescine platters brought forth by wenches
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Cruor bullion, the soup du jour
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Into tankards, claret is poured
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Crapulous carousing, the de rigueur
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Dehiscent lungs bellow gargled parlance
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Supplying ambience
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Caitiff factions sullied our names
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Beseiging their lands, we staked our claims
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With their progeny dead and women caught
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Now the impaled shall rot
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Culled from a paladin's remains
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The redolant guts of peditastellus slain
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Culinary skills are put to the test
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For a seven corpse meal we can't wait to ingest
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From on high, the beleagured cry of suffering
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Stuck like pigs on acicular sticks, uncontrolled blubbering
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Atop gavelocks, punctured gralloch haemorrhage, therein
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Their final view of this motley crew eating finewed kin
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[solo: "Slow Death" by S.C. McGrath]
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Sean, rip off their flesh
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Ross, bring me a glass of blood
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Raul, prepare to make carcass stew
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Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
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No body left unnassailed
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Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
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These life times we have curtailed
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Gullets full of tripe harvested from foes
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Through haughty engorgement, their flesh we have disposed
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Skeletons lanced and left dangling in the air
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Of our wrathful scourge, a grave reminder
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Raise The Stakes
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