Текст песни 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