1000mods Vultures
Our eyes are searching for victims
At the air and the ground
Lock yourselves in your holes
We are coming to feed
We know your taste's so sweet
We belong to the mountains
We came down to feed
Straight from your flesh
We feel there's no tomorrow
We enjoy to watch you
Beg for rest
Rip your flesh with our claws
And the air smells like blood
Only ashes and bones
Is what's left from your kind
Taste the fear in your eyes
We will let you revenge us
But we know this story
Bitter ends
We will hide in the sun
And our eyes
Will turn around again
