Food for the Masses

Standing by the fire there
He speaks to his army of slaves
You've served me well today
Tonight you'll feast on human flesh
Pulled towards the burning fire
Ten slaves will soon face their death
They fight and scream in agony
They know their end is near

Approach the master
Cutting their throats
Feast upon this
Flesh my legion

This is madness

I don't know what's going on
What is this for a fucked-up place
I rather stand my ground and die
Than meet my destiny like this
Really slave, what will you do
Against this feeding ritual?
I'll kill you all, try stopping me
And dance on your grave

Shut up magot
I will break your will
You don't care about your life
You just sealed your brother's fate
So say goodbye!

When he sees his brother being
Dragged towards the burning flames
He knows his actions sealed his fate
Not my brother, not like this
Another piece of meat tonight
This traitor dies for your delight
Hands held high to the sky, ready to strike

Approach the master
Cutting their throats
Feast upon this
Flesh my legion



Credits
Writer(s): Arnold Boukes
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