We Eat Our Dead
 

(Death metal)

The battlefield is our home
We kill to live and live to kill
Centuries of conflict have made us strong
But even we are not immortal

At the end of every battle
The fallen are gathered
A prayer is uttered
And then we feast

We eat our dead
They are always with us
Their bones bring us strength
Their blood gives us courage

We do not eat our enemies
Their weakness is poison
Instead we leave them to rot
And serve as a warning

At the end of every battle
The fallen are gathered
A prayer is uttered
And then we feast