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Walking the forest of the impaled

Walking the fields of death

Walking the valley of mayhem

And I let them die like all the rest

Thousands of stakes as far as the eye can see

My path is poured with blood

Battered and defeated, they beg me,

As they crawling in the mud

Smell of decay fills the air

Ravens are waiting for their feast

I am enthroned on mountains of the dead

For I am the high priest

They call me the impaler, the devils son

Cause I am breathing their pain

In suffering, torment and misery

Is written my eternal reign