I’m a taste test, at the beast fest,
Got your crest on my breast
Take one look at your cook
Feed yourself, I'm on a hook
At this feast of ours

The feast taste, you could say
Paints my taste on his face
(I’m in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)

Fall into the arms
O a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms
OF a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I’m a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I’m on a hook, I'm on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I’m your dream digger

At this feast of ours,
I’m the beast of honorv Honor

Fall into the arms
OF a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I’m in disguise,
At this feast of ours


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Beast Of Honour song meanings
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