Counting the Coups

Preparing for battle
May we go forth with the blood of our foe
With comending persistence
Still we have conquered
Now we must indulge in the death of our afflicters

As you celebrate his second coming
Reparation will sneak in

Peel their scalp remove the fleshy matter
Neck in hand, I squeeze for your lord has called for all the dead

Neck in hand, I squeeze for your lord has called for all the dead

The blood of the enemy ignites a fucking frenzy
As we begin to fucking wait
Headed towards an empty carcass

Watch as we begin to feast
Turn this corpse into something obsolete

Watch as we begin our final feed
Watch as we begin to fucking feast

Preparing for battle
May we go forth with the blood of our foe
With comending persistence
But still we have conquered
Now we must indulge in the death of our afflicters

Extravagant displays of vitality
Triumphant fatalities
Adrenaline flowing straight to my veins

Extravagant displays of vitality
Triumphant fatalities
Adrenaline flowing straight to my veins

The chants go on
Endlessly from dusk to dawn
That must mean
They retreat from the throne they once
Sat upon

The chants go on



Credits
Writer(s): Kieran Thomas
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