Lyrics:

Blood is the currency
And your time is wearing thin
Get in, get out
The dying roll in
On raw meat they feed

We feed!

They watch the passersby dance into the dirt
Blissfully unaware
They lick their lips with sinister plots
Tonight they will feast

We feed!
It goes best with eyes closed

Cast out the nets of the living
May the reaping never cease
Forgotten amongst the living
The dead shall never rest in peace

Cause fear goes best with their pain
But the hunt is just a game
Come now eager ones, it's time to earn your place
Let's set them on a wild goose chase

We feed!
It goes best with open eyes!

Cast out the nets of the living
May the reaping never cease
Forgotten amongst the living
The dead shall never rest in peace