This time my lord you bow to me
Darkened end as I have seen
The impaler, the impaler comes for thee..

A side of me that few will see
Beneath the surface of a human being
This time my lord you bow to me.

A bitter sweet ritual around the marquee
Prolonged life with a sip from the canteen
The Impaler, the impaler comes for thee..

To leave you here as an amputee
Or end it now with a nick of the spleen
This time my lord you bow to me.

How disturbing to you the truth may be
My true form as a ruthless machine
The impaler, the impaler comes for thee.

Breathing against the devils tree
Try to forget the indescribable obscene
This time my lord you bow to me
The impaler, the impaler comes for thee..