Bestial Priest

The fog had risen, the Moon shone through
A breathtaking scene lay before me
The Pit of Limbs, gnawed by the rats
Very little movement
The wind blew, with torrents from Hell
Let the Hounds free, and into the forests
Feeding on the dirty peasants
The young pale virgin lay on the Altar
Long blades were brandished
I forced the cleaver through her knee
Crunching, cracking through to the Altar
Her breasts shredded by blades so fine
Her neck sliced clean in two
Her head bludgeoned by a heavy
Metal object
Her legs charred by the deathly flames
Master, her corpse is prepared for
The Banquet
The merry little fiddler, the pounding drummer
The chirpy singer and the graceful mandolin player
Began playing the music
The feast begun, the occasion was set
We dined, we ate, we drank tasty wine
We laughed, we jested, we sang
Then we quivered
The Satanic Maniacs stood in the doorway
Heads fell off in the carnage
Guts splatter
Demons entered twisting bodies apart
Treachery they called it