When silence claims your screams
When nightmares burn your dreams
When the warm summers freeze
Vultures spread their wings
When thirsty swords unsheathe
When weeping widows grieve
When heroes cease to breathe
Vultures spread their wings
My brothers! The years have been cruel
But on this very night… winds of change are blowing
Take up your arms! Raise your voices with me!
And let the heavens know that we have not yet died
They circle our trail, watching and waiting
Their message is loud and clearly translating
“As vultures! As vultures we come!”
We too shall follow those marked to die
And from our presence they realize
that as vultures; as vultures we come
We’ve looked so deep inside
We’ve remembered our pride
We’ve seen through open eyes
Vultures will survive
We’ve seen them soar the skies
We’ve watched them claim their prize
We’ve heard them tell no lies
Vultures will survive
Death is a beautiful whore
who offers her sweet release
To kings and beggars alike
But today is not the day
that I bed that raven haired bitch
I would rather suffer in life
Than accept the peace of her dark embrace
No pity for those lost
Survival at any cost
I need the weak as a predator needs prey
I feel no shame, it is the natural way
The despair that you feel, a consequence of the lie
You were born into this world, but you never were alive