Paroles de Feast In The Blood

Little corpses mutilated Torn to pieces bodies Bleeding veins and crushed bones Children killed for a pleasure Ripped out from mother's womb Feast in their blood Ritual death Little heads nailed to walls Entrails slashed by the steel Gore and vomits on our hands In a chalice deformed brain Eat their bodies, drink their blood Feast in their blood Ritual death Morbid priests dance in fire Fulfill their desire Feast in the blood.