Piles of bodies Everything will die Our needs are satisfied so real Come to feast with smell of blood Where human flesh so precious Burn our bodies to infernal death
To infernal death...
Healer of our bodies-it's blood and flesh Evil is coming-all your hopes is lost Come to feast with smell of blood So you become an ashet Fear is the point to infernal death
To infernal death...
Human souls are burning In the stoves of hell so true Open cascets are scattered When the work is done...