Raise The Stakes

Impaled

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    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

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    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

    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

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