Put on your mask
Put on your gloves
We're heading out
We're going down
Drowning
Draining
Blazing
This feast is the feast of the rabid
When all the sheep's blood washes off the wolves
It'll haunt you all
It'll fuck us all
Keep you running and roaming
Keep you starving and stalling
This feast is the feast of the hunted
Prepare
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
