The wine of her vessels
To the rhythm of her heart
Flows and gives to drink
To random mouths

A thousand and one people
Friends, lovers
Come to drink with impunity
Sips of her blood

Men, the men, these men
Gastronomes and gourmands
Will come to plunder
The fountain of blood

Men, the men, these men
Gastronomes and gourmands
Will come to plunder all
The fountain of blood
Her fountain of blood

Will come to plunder all
The fountain of blood
Her fountain

The ration of the children
Is freely gobbled up
The insatiable parent
Has killed his children

The dried up fountain, she
Will find life again
Once her enemies
Are no longer of her time

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