Today they've found another one
Lifeless on the cold subway-floor
His face was turned to his back
The same way the other died before
Drain the mortals to their last convulsion
And veil the ancient cause
Let off ... of them ... and see them tumble
Let off and enjoy their fall
The Feast of Blood
Sweet nourishment, provided with a sob
This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside
This very special sort of wine
So delicious, let it flow ... devour ... oh, so divine
Alas, this feast shall never end
Until in hell we all descend
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