La fontaine de sang

The wine of his vessels
To the beat of his heart
Flows and gives to drink
To random mouths
A thousand and one people
Friends, lovers
Come to drink with impunity

Sips of his blood
Men, the men, his men
Gluttons and gourmands
Will come to plunder
The fountain of blood
Men, the men, his men

Gluttons and gourmands
Will come to plunder all
The fountain of blood
His fountain of blood
Will come to plunder all
The fountain of blood
His fountain

The ration of children
Is freely swallowed
The insatiable parent
Has killed his children
The fountain dried up, She
Will regain life
Once his enemies
Are no longer of his time