Devourment - Field Of The Plagued lyrics

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Dark days of crimson skies and fields of those forsaken<br />

The king that called for a higher brand of suffering be inflicted<br />

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His masses bent to serve his lust<br />

His will to impale all who oppose<br />

With force driven through a wooden pole<br />

Death would not come so soon for most<br />

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Forced through the anus smashing through internal organs<br />

Splinters tearing tissue, ripping through the sinew gushing pus<br />

Some were pulled with force, causing blood to shower the fertile ground<br />

Some were left to slowly drift, inch by inch, day by day<br />

Breathing while the stake would slowly pierce through their body<br />

Feeling every ounce of ungodly pain, completely coherent<br />

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Day one the spike will pierce the stomachs inner wall<br />

The victim will defecate from the hell bestowed upon<br />

Day two the spike runs through the diaphragm into the throat<br />

The uncontrollable twitching cannot prepare to the day that follows<br />

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Day threes come, suffering taken to unreal heights<br />

The spike emerged from the mouth, and the pig is stuck<br />

Eyes forced up to watch the sky and the bloodstained tip<br />

Forced in place to suffer as death slowly creeps in<br />

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The prince of darkness gazes proudly<br />

A field of impaled ten thousand strong<br />

Suffering of unparalleled proportions<br />

To strike fear into hearts of purity