{"sf1_id":194583,"sf2_id":"4nAKooAe","title":"Marshank Mutilation","author":"Foxpiper","words":307,"posted_at":"2010-11-15T19:37:00.000Z","tags":["Badrang","Brian","Death","Gore","Jacques","Marshank","Metal","Mutilation","Redwall","Violence","song","tyrant"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/194583-marshank-mutilation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAKooAe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/11/49/1149a013-03f6-47d7-a48b-22ac19583ad3","description":"This song is written with a death metal theme to it. The lyrics describe the gory punishment which beasts must suffer for disobeying Badrang the Tyrant.\nRedwall is © by Brian Jacques, All rights reserved.","content":"Marshank Mutilation\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBy\u0026nbsp;\n\nFoxpiper\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWithin the depths of Marshank, lies your listless form,  \n Battered beyond belief, wretched, and warm;  \n Shackled to dank dungeon walls, bound by slavery,  \n Just another victim of the warlord's violent vagary.\n\nStaring into darkness, you assess your sordid situation,  \n Condemned to death for withholding information;  \n No hope for mercy, nor any chance of retribution,  \n Just a long and drawn-out bloody execution.\n\nMarshank mutilation,  \n Sadistic sensation;  \n Torturous tradition,  \n Evil exhibition.\n\nReleased from your shackles, you are dragged out from your cell,  \n Taken towards the chamber where you'll meet a horrid hell;  \n Drawn down the dismal halls, you look up in dismay,  \n At rusted cages containing dead beasts on display.\n\nEntering the chamber, you are thrust upon a table,  \n Surrounded by vermin, who's minds are far from stable;  \n Bounded to the board of wood crafted from crude construction,  \n Designed to withhold your bodily destruction.\n\nMarshank mutilation,  \n Sadistic sensation;  \n Torturous tradition,  \n Evil exhibition.\n\nWith instruments of torture drawn, they tear open your flesh,  \n Forcing your blood to flow to the floor, freely and fresh;  \n With nothing to ease the pain, no herbal anesthetic,  \n Your body is brutalized by the unsympathetic.\n\nWith eyes gouged from their sockets, you shall never see again,  \n With tongue torn from your muzzle, you shall never speak again;  \n As a final form of torture, your limbs are dismembered,  \n Leaving you beyond what anybeast could have remembered.\n\nMarshank mutilation,  \n Sadistic sensation;  \n Torturous tradition,  \n Evil exhibition.\n\nThe putrid remains are slovenly shoved in a basket,  \n Carried unceremoniously like some crude casket;  \n Out in the open, your corpse is cast onto the soil,  \n Causing slaves to stir from their unremitting toil.\n\nOne glance upon your remains dispels all denial,  \n Escape from this fortress shall forever be futile;  \n Death by Badrang's paws is the ultimate degradation,  \n Claiming the lives of slaves by Marshank mutilation.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}