Bestial Priest

Ogre

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    The fog had risen, the Moon shone through
    A breathtaking scene lay before me
    The Pit of Limbs, gnawed by the rats
    Very little movement
    The wind blew, with torrents from Hell
    Let the Hounds free, and into the forests
    Feeding on the dirty peasants
    The young pale virgin lay on the Altar
    Long blades were brandished
    I forced the cleaver through her knee
    Crunching, cracking through to the Altar
    Her breasts shredded by blades so fine
    Her neck sliced clean in two
    Her head bludgeoned by a heavy
    Metal object
    Her legs charred by the deathly flames
    Master, her corpse is prepared for
    The Banquet
    The merry little fiddler, the pounding drummer
    The chirpy singer and the graceful mandolin player
    Began playing the music
    The feast begun, the occasion was set
    We dined, we ate, we drank tasty wine
    We laughed, we jested, we sang
    Then we quivered
    The Satanic Maniacs stood in the doorway
    Heads fell off in the carnage
    Guts splatter
    Demons entered twisting bodies apart
    Treachery they called it

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