| Song | The Feast Of Blood |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | Es Reiten Die Toten So Schnell(Demo) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| Today they've found another one, | |
| Lifeless on the cold subway-floor. | |
| His face was turned to his back ... - | |
| The same way the other died before. | |
| Drain the mortals to their last convulsion | |
| and veil the ancient cause, | |
| Let off ... of them ... and see them tumble, | |
| Let off and enjoy their fall! | |
| The Feast of Blood ... - | |
| Sweet nourishment, provided with a sob! | |
| This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside, | |
| This very special sort of wine. | |
| So delicious, let it flow ... devour ... oh, so divine. | |
| Alas, this feast shall never end, | |
| Until in hell we all descent ... |
| zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| Today they' ve found another one, | |
| Lifeless on the cold subwayfloor. | |
| His face was turned to his back ... | |
| The same way the other died before. | |
| Drain the mortals to their last convulsion | |
| and veil the ancient cause, | |
| Let off ... of them ... and see them tumble, | |
| Let off and enjoy their fall! | |
| The Feast of Blood ... | |
| Sweet nourishment, provided with a sob! | |
| This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside, | |
| This very special sort of wine. | |
| So delicious, let it flow ... devour ... oh, so divine. | |
| Alas, this feast shall never end, | |
| Until in hell we all descent ... |
| zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| Today they' ve found another one, | |
| Lifeless on the cold subwayfloor. | |
| His face was turned to his back ... | |
| The same way the other died before. | |
| Drain the mortals to their last convulsion | |
| and veil the ancient cause, | |
| Let off ... of them ... and see them tumble, | |
| Let off and enjoy their fall! | |
| The Feast of Blood ... | |
| Sweet nourishment, provided with a sob! | |
| This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside, | |
| This very special sort of wine. | |
| So delicious, let it flow ... devour ... oh, so divine. | |
| Alas, this feast shall never end, | |
| Until in hell we all descent ... |