Piled Swine

Upon our toil and sweat, piles of hooves and foul mouths
Once spewing their poison reduced to a mound of burnt flesh
Demons return to the battlefield reveling in the slain enemy
Prodding captured to imminent death further our rising dominion
Eyes with black intent turn to burning torches
Kneel before thy captors, revel in the slain enemy
Beneath our strike, skulls caved in
Smote by the hammer, Satan's vengeance now