Vulture - Zyklon

Throbbing;

The vast deceiver

Underdog, god of all men

Crushing;

bone and skin to the ground

Dying, but still vital

Where would it head me?

Fresh, yet rotten to the core

Would you ever join me?

Howling;

heresy to the end

Tribe and unit;

one of a kind

Searching;

but nowhere to find

Does that make sense to you?

Walk alone or all fly

One watching the other die

Simple, cold and awaiting

You’ll never stop hating

Hell on earth

Was it what I wanted?

A peaceful mind

Rejoice with me

Vulture — may I take your shape?

Vulture — tell me of my fate

Vulture — your kingdom come

Vulture — take me home