| Our eyes are searching for victims | |
| at the air and the ground | |
| lock yourselves in your holes | |
| we are coming to feed | |
| we know your taste's so sweet | |
| We belong to the mountains | |
| we came down to feed | |
| straight from your flesh | |
| We feel there's no tomorrow | |
| we enjoy to watch you | |
| beg for rest | |
| Rip your flesh with our claws | |
| and the air smells like blood | |
| only ashes and bones | |
| is what's left from your kind | |
| taste the fear in your eyes | |
| We will let you revenge us | |
| but we know this story | |
| bitter ends | |
| We will hide in the sun | |
| and our eyes | |
| will turn around again |