Текст песни Hannibal - CV

Please, come in
I won′t bite
Simply whet my appetite
With whatever foods you may bring
From the dark, winter garden of night

What's that smell?
Is it fever?
Spreading deeper? Butter-hot, red as the
Flame-drips that bred the black
Sin in the hearts of believers

You′ll find my crown on the head of a creature
And my name on the lips of the dead
I am speaking of dread and hunger
Do you know hunger?
Precisely
It needs to be fed

Please, begin
I won't interrupt
Drink wine from my cup and eat from my table
Perhaps you are able
To stomach what once was corrupt

It has a taste:
Misbehavior
No saviors here, just fare to be swallowed,
Bones to be hollowed
For rudeness yields exquisite flavors

You'll find my crown on the head of a creature
And my name on the lips of the dead
I am speaking of dread and hunger
Do you know hunger?
Precisely
It needs to be fed

You′ll find my crown on the head of a creature
And my name on the lips of the dead
I am speaking of dread and hunger
Do you know hunger?
Precisely
It needs to be fed