Impaler deeds

Under the thoughts, below his mind
Finding himself, in true pervesion
And fanatism, for himself
Very selfish, burning bodies
When in their homes
He keeps them there
Sitting on a stake
Ripping the anus
Bleeding the mouth
He keeps them there
Sitting on a stake
Awaiting the scream
To fulfill the scenery
While he laughts
Watching from his cave
Meditating on his deeds
Burning the ones
He brings with him
Sitting on a stake
Ripping the anus
Bleeding the mouth
He keeps them there
Sitting on a stake