Song | Vulture |
Artist | Tristania |
Album | Rubicon |
Birds of prey are soaring higher | |
Baiting their hooks | |
The more they fade | |
Dangling their lines | |
The grimmer it looks | |
Transparent creatures | |
Pollute the blue sky | |
Slowly falling | |
Towards the cold ground | |
Desperation has turned the eagles | |
Into vultures | |
We’re all betrayed | |
You preen your ruffled feathers | |
At the end of the day | |
You chose to stray | |
Allured by gold and silver | |
We will end it our way | |
Stumbling giants | |
Crave existence | |
They’ll never make it through | |
Their desperate swarming | |
In restless blindness | |
Turns old words into new | |
You’ve had your fill | |
And emptied every chalice | |
From the brim to the dregs | |
Stay ill, you will | |
You’ll plummet from your mountain | |
You’ll descend, you will fail | |
So you thought you could break my back | |
Did you think you could make me crack | |
Try harder | |
Dig deeper | |
You’re facing a steep hill that cannot be climbed |
Birds of prey are soaring higher | |
Baiting their hooks | |
The more they fade | |
Dangling their lines | |
The grimmer it looks | |
Transparent creatures | |
Pollute the blue sky | |
Slowly falling | |
Towards the cold ground | |
Desperation has turned the eagles | |
Into vultures | |
We' re all betrayed | |
You preen your ruffled feathers | |
At the end of the day | |
You chose to stray | |
Allured by gold and silver | |
We will end it our way | |
Stumbling giants | |
Crave existence | |
They' ll never make it through | |
Their desperate swarming | |
In restless blindness | |
Turns old words into new | |
You' ve had your fill | |
And emptied every chalice | |
From the brim to the dregs | |
Stay ill, you will | |
You' ll plummet from your mountain | |
You' ll descend, you will fail | |
So you thought you could break my back | |
Did you think you could make me crack | |
Try harder | |
Dig deeper | |
You' re facing a steep hill that cannot be climbed |