Vultures (исполнитель: An Apple A Day)
Hear the voices rising from the underworld Spreading traumatizing sounds of depredation And feel the vibration of their revival They emerge from an evil flamy throat Then Smell the burning wings of these vultures They have risen from [bad word] you left Taste the anxious blood in your mouth Life [bad word] out of your veins [bad word] hunger will lead them to you You´ll be able to see and understand What it means to be [bad word] Taste the anxious blood in your mouth Life [bad word] out of your veins [bad word] hunger will lead them to you Armed with bladelike claws [bad word] to you The vultures produce piercing sounds Hunting their prey with an [bad word] It is a deep [bad word] pleasure They´ll get you all and pull out your souls Now [bad word] Throwing useless carcasses into the flames of [bad word] It´s not about religion, It is pure revenge emerging out of cosmic chaos The human race tried to challenge invisible (superior) forces Conducted by greed and egoism They sold their lives to the demon [bad word] their doom Servants of death They feel when a [bad word] to an end Smelling the inviting exhalation of decay The unforgettable taste of doomed bodies Reinforces their power to see through your flesh and blood They´ll haunt you until they can hear a suffocating sound The sound of a last breath Relief is then felt in [bad word] downtime Another species shall soon be requicken again Hear the voices rising from the underworld The vultures Servants of death They feel when a [bad word] to an end Smelling the inviting exhalation of decay The unforgettable taste of doomed bodies Reinforces their power to see through your flesh and blood They´ll haunt you until they can hear a suffocating sound The sound of a last breath Relief is then felt in [bad word] downtime Another species shall soon be requicken again / [bad word]