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Bloodfeast

The sky is drowned in red.
This sky's a dead, dead red.

Tonight we'll drink. Tonight we'll sing.
Tonight we'll bleed. Tonight we'll die.

Open the ground to us.
Soon the maggots will find new friends.

Tonight we'll smoke. Tonight we'll laugh.
Tonight they'll pay. Tonight we'll die.

...and as I make my peace inside the earth, send word to the wolves: kill these fucking sheep.
The lord is their Shepherd and we are the wolf.