Back in the day, in the ages of magic A divide began, so blessed and so tragic One by one you are getting lost Among the lines that can't be crossed
Separated and stray May unite at my feast Devour me on this night And become what you eat
Words in your mouth smell like arsenic Your crimson eyes makes me sick Decant your poisons, sharpen your knives And carry it all for the rest of your lives
Furious and damned May take part in my feast Devour me on this night And become what you eat
I am your sword and shield I am your cloak and dagger I am the pleasant chill Preserving from the world on fire
Trembling and scared Be sheltered at my feast Devour me on this night And become what you eat Feeding the hunger Feeding the greed Remember your essence You are what you eat