And the feast is great

There is blood in my cup,
and it tastes so good.
There is skin on my plate,
and it needs little salt.

The new hat I wear
is another man's face.
The new coat on my chair
is the back of an ugly woman.

I wear many necklaces,
all made of golden teeth.
I wear buttons on my shirts,
all made of polished bone.

I eat hot, meaty soup,
in a bowl hewn from a skull.
I eat hot, meaty soup,
that was once a guest.

I have friends over for dinner,
and the feast is great.
I have friends for dinner,
and I feast greatly.

I invite you to my abode,
my dear, tasty, friend.
I invite you to my table,
my dear...tasty...friend.