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

We belong to the mountains

We came down to feed

Straight from your flesh

We will let you revenge us

But we know this story

Bitter ends