(bator/james)
Chorus
Fresh flesh

Just like a prowling beast
I eat forbidden feast
I love pleasures of the plate

I love dining in the moonlight
Upon your couch of death
I'll suck away your breath

Before you get too cold
Don't like it when you mould
I shed my serpent skin

My reign of terror begins
I stalk among the ruins
Join my dining club-i invite you in

To drink from an unborn child
Coffins have much more style
Please fill one to the lid

With fresh unbaptised kids