I lived my live in a dream Waiting for something I've never seen Now I have it right before me I'm dying here and no one can see
The darkness waits for me It's pulling at my soul Please give me one more breath Before I meets death
From great heights they wait Filling the skies with beast of prey The smell of near death intoxicates Rotting dead flesh is what they crave
At my last gasp I see They're getting close to me Almost at death's door The hunters wait no more
Pinching and tearing, without thoughts of caring The pain is amazing, my screams are not phasing Gorging themselves, abundant the flesh Fighting for air, I am not dead
My salvation gives me some peace Without my flesh, my soul is released In spite of dying, pieces of me remains
The Circling of Vultures The Circling of Vultures The Circling of Vultures The Circling of VulturesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
