I'll lead your cattle to the slaughter,
My love for meat will always burn.
I know the sheep, cows, chickens,
Won't be live or kickin',
They give milk, and eggs, and wool, and meat.

I'll lead your cattle to the slaughter,
'Til every limb is torn from sight.
The pigs are there beside you,
Let the cattle guide you,
Soon you'll see a golden Shepherd's Pie.

A cold and friendless tide has found them,
We'll let the stormy darkness pull them down.
I'll paint a ray of blood around them,
Blood will fill the air,
Lighted by a flare.

I'll lead your cattle to the slaughter,
This flaming abattoir will grow.
Keep holding on, you'll make it,
A sausage, so take it,
Look at them, reaching out for hope,
As sure as their blood's flow,
I'll never let them go,
I'll never let them go,

I'll never let them go.