Victory dance?

The children dance around the fire. Wearing their parents
bowels as collars. The battlefield looks like an overdone
party. As everyone is restless and possessed. No sleep
for the wicked, so they say. But the fighters are in no
need of sleep. They keep on dancing untill it turn from
victory dance, into a war dance. Ready for the next battle.
While their feet are covered in blood, they ready their
weapons. They've been dancing on the massacre which
they call a feast. And a feast it was.
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