The wake of vultures they're feeding now
Kings of the dead they're calling out
No restraint tearing at flesh and bone
Unheeding, deceiving
Corrupted thoughts twisted and ruptured heart
All that they want to take is mine
Bleeding souls shattered and scattered pride
Heinous tongues twist their mind
Vultures descend, tearing at wounds yet to heal
Through biased black eyes, their only aim is to steal
Never satisfied with what they have
Always scavenging forever seeking out
The wounded weak and conflicted ones
They're subjected to their lies
They prey on you
They prey on you
Vultures Descend, tearing at wounds yet to heal
Through biased black eyes, their only aim is to steal
Vultures descend, tearing at wounds yet to heal
Vultures ascend, unable to claim their prey