Give Us Flesh of Man, Lychaninis
We Am Am.
We Am Am. AM!!!!
Lyrics
Give Us Flesh of Man, Lychaninis
Soar to heights, wolf-god Lychaninis
Bring us our waited feast
Pick from trees of man the harvest
Collect their young and weak
We await your return to our land
So that we may tear their flesh apart
Bipedal and weak with hairless flesh
Spoken words with meanings lost than found
Pray their prayers to their gods, their idol deities
They await their reaper's wrath
To see just how they came to be.
They will run and hide tonight
As I descend upon their lands
They will cower before me
Their family trees will be stripped bare
As I pick from them their fruits of kin.
Soar to heights, our blessed sowings
Give us our harvest reap
Feed from them our growing children
Our growing family tree
We all pray to God to save our land
From the wretched, hungry Wolven Hoarde.
Four-legged beasts of Lychaninis
Hungry waiting for their Feast of Flesh
Howling prayers to their god, the wolf of flight
They await the human carnage
We see the land grow dark in shade
We will run and hide tonight
Hiding children, women, oh
Try in vain to plant our feet
See our friends and families bleed
As the Hoarde howls out
As they howl for more flesh of man.
