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