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 descent