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Cruel Fun

The ImpalerÂ's Practical Brutality:


Count Impaler:
The Battle was successfull, again my cruelty won,
The ones that stay alive, would envy to those that died,
Cut, stab, pulling from skin, as a warning.
My cruel sickness knows no boundaries.


Men, women, little and bigger children,
That he cannot bury in that place ,
He takes them in chains,
And in front of the castle, he stabs them all.


Count Impaler:
I lake these ways, so come and entertain this,
Cut, stab, pulling from skin, as a warning.
Kill your enemy, take joy in his death,
My cruel sickness knows no boundaries.


4 - hundred boys he takes, for gathering,
And the same time in a small room he burns them,
Men digging to navel, he use as a target for his soldiers.
In the end burning and pulling from skin.


Cutting nipples, hot smelting iron stake,
Penetrating in the vagina, so deep that it comes out from the mouth.
Binded to a stake, naked, so long that they begin to crumble,
Or they would be a food for the birds.


Count Impaler:
I have a dinner under the trunk of many people,
Sticking on stake around my table.
You feel bad at lunch, blocking your nose, it disgusts you,
So you will be stuck on the highest stake, that you donÂ't feel the smell.


Count Impaler:
I lake these ways, so come and entertain this,
Cut, stab, pulling from skin, as a warning.
Kill your enemy, take joy in his death,
My cruel sickness knows no boundaries.


Fuente del lyric: www.musicafusion.com


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