Song | Amongst The Vultures |
Artist | Agathodaimon |
Album | Phoenix |
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 |
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 |