They live in unknown places The ones who knows are in pieces Smell of rotten is every where Blood covered all the land Rivers are running red Don't ever think of going there! Fire burns by as the sunset Everyone gathered around it for the feast Impaled victims Awaiting half-conscious... Impaled victims Awaiting half-conscious... Victims are silenced as they rip their tongues Plucking the eyes, blody tears... They start biting bodies alive Cause they like bodies fresh and alive Sliced organs scattered around Legs and arms are all consumed! They rip the heads of the moving bodies Leaving corpses there They leave for their caves Until next sunset They go into a deep slumber Which will soon going to last...