They live in unknown places
The ones who knows are in pieces
Smell of rotten is every where
Blood covered all the land
Rivers are running red
Don't ever think of going there !
Fire burns by as the sunset
Everyone gathered around it for the feast
Impaled victims
Awaiting half-conscious...
Impaled victims
Awaiting half-conscious...
Victims are silenced as they rip their tongues
Plucking the eyes, blody tears...
They start biting bodies alive
Cause they like bodies fresh and alive
Sliced organs scattered around
Legs and arms are all consumed !
They rip the heads of the moving bodies
Leaving corpses there
They leave for their caves
Until next sunset
They go into a deep slumber
Which will soon going to last...
