Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come This is my body, broken – host for your Communion This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone Hear my swansong – here, I end... As the vultures descend On wings of death, the vultures come Astral scavengers, when worlds are undone To feed on the damned who remain past the End On wings of death comes the final godsend As the vultures descend The astral vultures come, circling above since it all began Eating the rotting souls of the final war of man To the playground of Earth once awake, now slayground of sleep To drink from a lake, which dying children weep Voracious, vicious, vigilant – drawn to the swansong of terminal harm Treacherous, tortuous, triumphant – like the Nemesis locust swarm All that remains of us will be part of them On wings of death comes the final godsend... Final godsend Like a host of falling angels, now the vultures descend Man shall reap what he deserves in the End – so despair now, fools... As the vultures descend Wretched mankind, wander blind, through the wreckage of all cultures Prey and bait, fools one and all – now feed yourselves to the vultures Exodus of the human race, into deserts abhorred Lost upon barren plains, how pathetic now, this horde Thirst ripped parched throats, as ghosts of hunger poured Rising from the face of this thing they call Lord Pray and kneel, fools one and all, for seven horrible days and nights Drink of the poisoned mirage, now to take your own miserable lives All that remains of us will be part of them On wings of death comes the final godsend Final godsend Like a host of falling angels, now the vultures descend Man shall reap what he deserves in the End – so despair now, fools... As the vultures descend Come, exalted wings of death – glide with hunger grotesque Devour my feeble limbs, stripped in Christlike arabesque Carry this tortured soul to kiss the lips of the Abyss Take me far away into the bliss of Nothingness Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come This is my body, broken – host for your Communion This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone Hear my swansong – at last... Here, I endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
