Exposition Of The Impaled

Deep in the woods
As the wolves howl at dusk
The count has called
And his guests gather in moonlight

Deep in the woods
Black Torches light up the Castle
And on the courtyard a circle
Of impaled bodies – still alive

Hear the tortured, screaming, groaning
See the victims, bleeding, struggling
Feel the guests... extreme arousal
Taste their sweat, their cum, their slaver

Exposition of the impaled
Flesh on sticks – the feast is dished up

Insane orgy – excitation, perversion
Lust is forced up to delirium
On the throne of flesh the count is sitting
Blasts of trumpets ringing out
Hear his address:

"My Dear Friends, the great nosh-up's starting, ENJOY YOUR MEAL!"

Total gluttony, hurried guzzling
Devouring voraciously, swallowing ravenously

The feeding ground full of gore and excrements
Predators, jealous of the one with the sirloin
Orgiastic pleasure, screams of ecstasy
The count roaring with laughter
Into dawn

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