Arion
A Vulture Dies Alone
In silence
In darkness
A stalker hunts his prey
Those wounded
Those weakened
Will fall for his betrayal
Pour gasoline, fuel to the pyre
Come, feed the flames, let the fire be your grave
Welcome to your funeral
You're lucky to go
I'm happy to know
You'll reap all that you sow
Bow down to your destiny
With weathering wings
With shattering bones
A vulture dies alone
Your shadow
An eclipse
The scavenger is near
No savior
Compassion
For such a hypocrite
Pour gasoline, fuel to the fire
Come, feed the flames, let the pyre be your grave
From Letras Mania