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 …