They are calling from the battlefield, calling for you to pick up your arms, to run towards the mill and beat you until your harmed.
Parental advice you are nothing and nothing you will be
Better you run but you will never be free
A thousand Chinese burns to the brain
We are happy when you are in pain
When you know that it will always be the same

The lovers have their eyes
The smiles spreading wide when you cry
Calling you inside
And offering you your own flesh on a plate
Torn out from your side
You are so hungry and it is getting late

Mouthfuls we share
I am bleeding
Losing flesh fresh blood
Mind going ghostly
Dimming mostly
Now it almost taste like dessert