Songtext von Bloodsmeared

Victory,they are all lying on the ground All these bloodsmeared chests Their bare flesh full of wounds, warm I do taste their delicious blood What a fine meal they are for me All those red mourners One cut in their life is so fatal For they are the ones we feast from Their blood is mine, I have the pleasure to kill Die by the sword Die by the axe Die by the stars of morning Die by our fists