A Vulture Dies Alone

In silence, in darkness, a stalker Haunts his prey. Those wounded, those weakened will fall for His betrayal. Pour gasoline, fuel to the fire. Come feed the flames, let the fire be your Grave. Welcome to your funeral. You're lucky to go, I'm happy to know, The reaper's at your soul. Bow down to your destiny. With withering wings, with shattering bones, A vulture dies alone. A vulture dies alone. Your shadow, like 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 fire be your Grave. Welcome to Your funeral. You're lucky to go, I'm happy to know, The reaper's at your soul. Bow down to Your destiny. With withering wings, with shattering bones, A vulture dies alone. Welcome to your funeral. You're lucky to go, I'm happy to know, The reaper's at your soul. Bow down to Your destiny. With withering wings, with shattering bones, A vulture dies alone.