The Flesh 歌词

eaten by the victors reduced to a pile of bones a source for those who conquer to draw strenght from your soul as the spear ended your life you became the fountain the well of power and nourishment for the warrior that took your life by knife, by sword, by bullet throughout history the fallen is devourd by those of victory the flesh and the power that it holds suck the marrow from the bone the flesh and the power that it holds gain strainght from the fallen soul eaten by the victors reduced to a pile of bones a source for those who conquer to draw strenght from your soul by knife, by sword, by bullet throughout history the fallen is devourd by those of victory the flesh and the power that it holds