Raise the Stakes - Impaled.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : McGrath, Sewage
[00:33.00]An aceldama littered with corpses, withered
[00:33.99]Cerebrum spills from heads hacked in twain
[00:34.92]Incarnadine shower across land scoured
[00:35.94]Quenching the sod, the blood of the slain
[00:41.58]Battles we've fought and conquests we've wrought
[00:44.49]In wholesale slaughter, embroiled
[00:48.03]Harvesting dead for our dinner spread
[00:48.99]To the victors, the fruit of the spoiled
[00:57.18]A quartet of gorelords, reigning in blood
[00:58.08]Sweetmeats are ablated in a sanguine flood
[00:59.01]Survivors of the melee are illaqueated
[00:59.82]Deigned as pabulation, impinguated
[01:00.66]Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
[01:23.46]Flagitations have all failed
[01:24.06]Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
[01:33.18]Tapered pikes piercing entrails
[01:37.11]Trodding down a path, beset on each side
[01:38.07]By the ganched and their horrisonant cries
[01:38.91]Astride cacuminated poles, they point the way
[01:46.14]To an arescent feast celebrating victory
[01:51.51]Heartily whiff a myriad of stenches
[01:52.53]Putrescine platters brought forth by wenches
[02:00.18]Cruor bullion, the soup du jour
[02:08.52]Into tankards, claret is poured
[02:09.30]Crapulous carousing, the de rigueur
[02:10.14]Dehiscent lungs bellow gargled parlance
[02:21.90]Supplying ambience
[02:23.04]Caitiff factions sullied our names
[02:37.26]Beseiging their lands, we staked our claims
[02:39.72]With their progeny dead and women caught
[02:42.90]Now the impaled shall rot
[03:13.89]Culled from a paladin's remains
[03:14.61]The redolant guts of peditastellus slain
[03:15.54]Culinary skills are put to the test
[03:16.35]For a seven corpse meal we can't wait to ingest
[03:18.69]From on high, the beleagured cry of suffering
[03:23.01]Stuck like pigs on acicular sticks, uncontrolled blubbering
[03:27.30]Atop gavelocks, punctured gralloch haemorrhage, therein
[03:34.14]Their final view of this motley crew eating finewed kin [solo: "Slow Death" by S.C. McGrath]
[04:22.95]Sean, rip off their flesh
[04:25.14]Ross, bring me a glass of blood
[04:26.04]Raul, prepare to make carcass stew
[04:29.67]Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
[04:35.25]No body left unnassailed
[04:35.76]Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled
[04:42.24]These life times we have curtailed
[04:51.81]Gullets full of tripe harvested from foes
[04:56.91]Through haughty engorgement, their flesh we have disposed
[04:59.04]Skeletons lanced and left dangling in the air
[05:00.48]Of our wrathful scourge, a grave reminder