The Flesh - Paganizer

Eaten by the victors

Reduced to a pile of bones

A source for those who conquer

To draw strength from your soul

As the spear ended your life

You became the fountain

The well of power and nourishment

For the warrior that took your life

By knife, by sword, by bullet

Throughout history

The fallen is devoured

By those of victory

The flesh and the power that it holds

Suck the marrow from the bone

The flesh and the power that it holds

Gain straight from the fallen soul

Eaten by the victors

Reduced to a pile of bones

A source for those who conquer

To draw strength from your soul

By knife, by sword, by bullet

Throughout history

The fallen is devoured

By those of victory

The flesh and the power that it holds