Feathers Burn, Leather Doesn't
Above the lake of fire there's fighting in the air
An invasion of the warriors of love
Attempting a re-conquest of the realm down below
They should know they do not stand a chance because
Feathers burn, leather doesn't
Without their wings they fall
Screaming they fall into the lake
We will get them all
Feathers burn, leather doesn't
Without their wings they fall
Their bodies will be collected by us
And the cook pot is ready to boil
This war began before all time we will never serve
And bow to the Meek and the Mild
But they keep on trying and they keep on dying
And soon we will feast upon holy flesh
Plumas Queman, Cuero No
Sobre el lago de fuego hay lucha en el aire
Una invasión de los guerreros del amor
Intentando una reconquista del reino de abajo
Deberían saber que no tienen oportunidad porque
Plumas queman, cuero no
Sin sus alas caen
Gritando caen al lago
Los atraparemos a todos
Plumas queman, cuero no
Sin sus alas caen
Sus cuerpos serán recolectados por nosotros
Y la olla está lista para hervir
Esta guerra comenzó antes de todo tiempo, nunca serviremos
Y nos inclinaremos ante los Mansos y los Suaves
Pero siguen intentando y siguen muriendo
Y pronto nos alimentaremos de carne sagrada