The Fest of Blood Lyrics


The drops are falling down,

the pots are prepared,

it makes the mouth water

for the human blood.

Dark red and dense

you had no luck

to be born

just like a human.

Fest of blood !

Fest of blood !

Fest of blood !

Fest of blood !

Guts full of excrements

they are well cleaned,

they are filled with flesh

and you can eat...

Sapienisation of the last level,

hypocrisy and selfishness...

Say your children

what they really eat !