Menskindrums Of Doom

Can you hear the drums of doom? Necklets build out of eyes and bone fragments Minds that were shared with gods Times when words contaminate clans with fear We revive this cult again As it was long time ago, When men were hunt For the sacrifice of gods As it was long times ago, When man were unskinned And tightened to wood Blood-source crafting blades Muscles lay bare Bloodmoon hunt and deathcult rites The night is red A flame light serpent Coils through the woods To devour and to vomit up At the skull pyramideon Swing the bones Summon gods Feel the beat vibrating On men-skin-drums Swing the bones Summon gods Fleshy gifts For divine tongued Froth in front of our mouth Life juice runs from our brow Madness captured our eyes When we beat in trance The men-skin-drums Men do winoe When skin vibrates It's hunting season When skin vibrates Hearts stop beating When skin vibrates We swing the bones with vigour Offerings will be brought When skin vibrates A vexing tension floods the land May survive the virile hand To act reverent in the estates Of the fraterniy that destroys and creates Blood-source crafting blades Muscles lay bare Hearts are taken Swing the bones Summon gods Feel the beat vibrating On men-skin-drums Swing the bones Summon gods Fleshy gifts For divine tongues Bloodmoon hunt and deathcult rites The night is red Hearts are taken