Lyrics

Pity in the hollow eyes of brothers and sisters Over the half-dead body lent I feel metallic breath of death They consume the youngest child To shred they tear its human body Greedily satisfying hunger Endless pain of fratricidal feast Juicy slaughter Battle for each mouthful of survival Animal instinct voice Fulfils the lack of human morality Called pathology of manners Archetypes of impulses Strenght for the fit-death for the weak