Pork Finder

In the blood river of
In the blood river of
Final battle, final battle
Final battle, final battle
In the blood river of
In the...
Final battle

I found a dog with
With my legs
And danced
On bird skulls

That popped to the rhythm
Sent from the death machine
That popped to the rhythm
Sent from the death machine

You were the
Pork Finder

And you knew your job well
As bits of the children
And their imagination
Rushed over my feet

I held you close as
I kissed the blood
Off your lips

Through your last shiver
And let you go