Havoc Vulture

	作词 : Satyricon
	Wonder how it would be to be the great
	Redeemer the one to bestow upon you life and death the one to poison you when you're down or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns when your hands are sore (and) to save you from the everything you care for
	Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
	Do you feel hate without direction?
	A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
	It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything has to have a greater meaning
	An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word to suffer
	Martyrdom for the others
	The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that
	He exists
	Those who wait for
	His salt with open wounds have a way to go the shadows of your must rest (first)
	Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?
	The force behind the hit can not be mistaken 'cause
	He's the saviour with magnanimity and ...a light in the dark
	Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way where is the road going?
	To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands?
	Where did the knowing go?...
	With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms or to the valley of the forgotten? behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream damned or saved, how could we ever know?

	zuò cí : Satyricon
	Wonder how it would be to be the great
	Redeemer the one to bestow upon you life and death the one to poison you when you' re down or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns when your hands are sore and to save you from the everything you care for
	Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
	Do you feel hate without direction?
	A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
	It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything has to have a greater meaning
	An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word to suffer
	Martyrdom for the others
	The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that
	He exists
	Those who wait for
	His salt with open wounds have a way to go the shadows of your must rest first
	Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?
	The force behind the hit can not be mistaken ' cause
	He' s the saviour with magnanimity and ... a light in the dark
	Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way where is the road going?
	To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands?
	Where did the knowing go?...
	With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms or to the valley of the forgotten? behind the vault of the sky' s mystery lies a dream damned or saved, how could we ever know?