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Season has come when arrows hit hard

Lank fingers point at poor princes

A whole fleshful day to wrest beauty from nature

Our hearts, all broiled and flavoured rich

Blood against blood

Noble and hot

The woods seem strange now

Golden flesh stripped

Greasy when ripped

Gnawing the gory crown

Shrunken human heads

Rain down from the sky

Give us pain!

Give us death!

Feed our souls to the beasts

We carry death!

We carry death to the fires of hell

All is well, all is well

We carry death!

Puppets in battle against filthy foes

Lost honour entails a lost reason

On ivory impaled, five swan songs in chorus

Poachers of the West, your lairs burn tonight!

Naked, unarmed

Debased and harmed

Balance has changed now

Human trophy

Come all and see

Death's grotesque epiphany

Tales of our doomed skin

Resound from the skies

Bring us heads!

Bring us hearts!

Tabor as we carry death

We carry death!

We carry death to the fires of hell

All is well, all is well

We carry death!