Amongst the Vultures

He hears the call which destines his fall

A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul

And now the tide turns

The blackest flame still burns

Immortally he’s waiting so unconcerned



Before the blade penetrates his skin

A versant cloud enwraps his body

Slowly and dreadfully

A subtle cut brings liberty



His path of blasphemy —

Atrocious angels lead his way

To apathy, an apathy revealed by sway

By Cain’s force assigned, 

Ferocious demons crawl to mate

Black altar wine flows to blur his fate



Beyond the veil, amongst the vultures

Beneath the sky, he lives his dream



Inside his veins throbs mortal poison

The netherworld has opened its gates

Wide and enormous, a final cut brings liberty



The candles leave their set

All sounds extinguish in the dark

No hope and no regret

Silence rules his heart

No whisper sent to God

Abysmal hate turns to dismissal

Cold becomes hot

His soul leaves in a glorious bliss



He hears the call which destines his fall

A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul

And now the tide turns —

The blackest flame still burns

Immortally he’s waiting so unconcerned



Inside his veins the poison dries

The netherworld has closed its gates

Amongst the vultures

He will make all his dreams come true