This humid evening chokes
Mind in a haze
This flesh seems so surreal
In our graveyard game
Drink deep to steel yourself
Intoxicate
Under the cold gaze of the dead
We celebrate
Through swarming flies
Our mouths they drip with blood
Divine and high
Carcasses all around
Scenery drips
The Whispers of the Loa
The blood-lust grips
High on the stench of death
This copper taste
Cursed to walk this dying world
And lay all to waste
Now doomed to bear this weight
Marked for the ritual
A sacrificial whore
These open veins let flow
Drowning in gushing red
These mouths in rabid foam
The faces of the dead
Beckoning you on home

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