The blade screams down
Impaled bodies raised on spears
Your head hits the ground
Baptised in fire and tears
Reshape your feeble flesh and unhinge your soul
Ripping your life out of all of your holes
Above you I thrust hard and deep into your clunge
Before you die in untold pain, your virginity I expunge
End of beauty
End of the serene
I bring brutality
Killing child and queen
Part the legs
Pierce the lips
Dredge the dregs
Innocence eclipsed
Your cunt's a bloody mess
Impaled on my flesh
Your wounds will never heal
Impaled on my steel
Your asshole's fucking threshed
Impaled on my flesh
Your death is all that's real
Impaled on my steel
Everything's on fire
Panic in the streets
Choking smoke murders the sky
Pain is birthed from searing heat
Anyone that's found alive is quickly killed on sight
Those who turn their backs to flee and those who stand and fight
On your knees you'll feel the sword shriek across your eyes
On your face you'll die in torment never again to rise
End of the living
End of all you know
I bring cock and sword
To pauper and lord
Rape the girls
Kill the men
Impale them all
On spears standing tall
Your cunt's a bloody mess
Impaled on my flesh
Your wounds will never heal
Impaled on my steel
Your asshole's fucking threshed
Impaled on my flesh
Your death is all that's real
Impaled on my steel
Your cunt's a bloody mess
Impaled on my flesh
Your wounds will never heal
Impaled on my steel
Your asshole's fucking threshed
Impaled on my flesh
Your death is all that's real
Impaled on my steel
It's all you'll ever feel
The last time that you'll kneel
Your genitals flowing red
Eyes to the sky, your severed head
credits
from The Red Demo,
released February 4, 2012
Music and lyrics: R A Weeks
supported by 5 fans who also own “Impaled on Flesh, Impaled on Steel”
This is my favorite metal album of all time. The only bad thing is that the vocals are somewhat buried in the mix. Otherwise, the record perfectly blends a mix of metal genres with excellent songcraft. A record you'll listen to again and again. The Real Nick House
supported by 5 fans who also own “Impaled on Flesh, Impaled on Steel”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 4 fans who also own “Impaled on Flesh, Impaled on Steel”
While this album has many higher tempo sections, it nonetheless presents imposing funeral doom. Organ, and choirs aid in delivering all the dread of the impending apocalypse, as displayed in the opening track Crossing the Burned Wasteland, which sets the listener up with a burning crescendo; only setting us up for our inevitable downfall. Matt Richardson