African Devourers - Sadist

No sound in the warn mornin' hours

Risen and awaken at the sound of heavy hooves

Them, the huge animals of the African land

Towering trees whisper to the sky

In the blink of wings, which is a terrible certainty

You are my sentinel amongst the white clouds

Fly, ride in the sky, your echo in the mountains

There is a tired and sick heart, today is no longer beating

Still rides, the angel of darkness

Winged monsters, carnivorous eyes of stone

We are African devourers

Climbing on the saddle, I know the way

Along the trail, within a buffalo skull

And a four — legged motherless puppy

Take me to that still warm body

I’ll satisfy my thirst for blood

Monster… Monster… Monster…

Winged monsters, carnivorous eyes of stone

We are African devourers