Thunder from below
Impulse calls
Fill it with a bone
Soon you’ll fall
Fall into the withering waste
Call out to those and you’ll make hast
Everybody knows
Your love call

Hunger leads a leg
To the edge
For filling You’ll beg
Thirst to quench
Drown in vapid matter where you’ll burn
Swallow note things that were made for birth
Come on now and peg
Your new bench

It must be filled
With holy blood and blood unholy
You’ll soon be thrilled
By all your love the love is groaning
It must be filled
With holy blood and blood unholy
You’ll soon be thrilled
By all your love the love is groaning

Eternal pit that must be filled

Feasting on those ones
Who run pigs
Lockets where you hunt
And you dig
Now at last you’ll witness what you’ll learn
Everybody makes your hunger burn
Cock and pull the gun
Dance your jig

It must be filled
With holy blood and blood unholy
You’ll soon be thrilled
By all your love the love is groaning
It must be filled
With holy blood and blood unholy
You’ll soon be thrilled
By all your love the love is groaning

Eternal pit that must be filled

But you are proud
And so devout
Say it out loud
You don’t want out
And you are proud
You run your mouth
Don’t give up now
You’ll make dad proud

Hunger pains are back
Oh poor girl
Gaining way more slack
Blame the world
Slowly sadly you will carve it in
The worst heart attack
Do a twirl

It must be filled
With holy blood and blood unholy
You’ll soon be thrilled
By all your love the love is groaning
It must be filled
With holy blood and blood unholy
You’ll soon be thrilled
By all your love the love is groaning

Eternal pit that must be filled