deep in the jungle
where the light never shines
tied to a pole
human flesh shrines
devoted to flesh
on bones the gnaw
devoted to death
orgy of blood
CHORUS
feasting on a corpse
raw meat they love
run but there's no escape
for sure, you'll end up dead
ancient tribe
praising gods of flesh
they don't care for you
they have no regrets
they will hunt you and will kill you
with no remorse
blinded by the sight
of great dinner tonight
CHORUS
feasting on a corpse
raw meat they love
run but there's no escape
for sure, you'll end up dead