Counting the Coups Lyrics

Preparing for battle

May we go forth with the blood of our foe

With comending persistence, still we have conquered

Now we must indulge in the death of our afflicters

As you celebrate his second coming

Reparation will sneak in

Peel their scalp remove the fleshy matter

Neck in hand, I squeeze for your lord has called for all the dead

Neck in hand, I squeeze for your lord has called for all the dead

The blood of the enemy ignites a fucking frenzy

As we begin to fucking wait, headed towards an empty carcass

Watch as we begin to feast

Turn this corpse into something obsolete

Watch as we begin our final feed

Watch as we begin to fucking feast

Preparing for battle

May we go forth with the blood of our foe

With comending persistence, but still we have conquered

Now we must indulge in the death of our afflicters

Extravagant displays of vitality

Triumphant fatalities

Adrenaline flowing straight to my veins

Extravagant displays of vitality

Triumphant fatalities

Adrenaline flowing straight to my veins

The chants go on

Endlessly from dusk to dawn

That must mean, they retreat from the throne they once sat upon

The chants go on