Rudimentary, a practice of repugnant aspect
The principle of survival still emerging
In the urban chaos
What's impure, for us is satisfactory
Jungle law, partitioned by ourselves

Just to show up superiority
We practice the art of cannibalism

Bestiality is our motto
We cult the scorn by the humanity
We catch, we kill, we eat
We are the Beast

We have our own significance
To the word "ritual"

Stare to us with fear
See our inhumanity
We taste our own specie
We are the climax of perversity

The man in his own predator
And we are always hunting
Seeking human flesh
The taste of a similar
Be the hunter, not the prey
Come with us
Raise a visceral inverted cross