The Feast Lyrics

I smash the faces.
Blood splashes and drips endlessly.
On the ground are chunks of flesh.
Their red stained faces.
Mankind, so weak and fragile.
Killed mercilessly are those who terrified.
Rebel against me, don't just be frightened.
Flesh of rebels is the greatest feast.
Under hellish terror and pressure, run from me till the end.
Flesh of those who succumb, isn't worth eating.
No right to live for those give up when their limbs are taken.
Don't stop, even though you suck the ground.
Attack me, don't keep running.
Turn into tasty meat.
Cheap flesh can't satisfy me.
It's not enough without being spiced with regret, pain and hatred.
Low class meat makes me spit.
I can't eat it anymore.
Let me eat the greatest feast.