The vulture protocol

In the fields of perdition
In a place where nothing shuld stay
Only taste for ambition
Grows in a land that is already dead

Transgressing all that's live and green
The kingdom of the vulture sat it's flag
Decomposing screams beneath the heat
Supplicants are manufactured

When the sun implodes
A kingdom of decay
The vulture shadows reign upon it's pray

Waiting the rain of salvation
Hating the dust that swallows us
To see the face of a new God
A God to avenge our souls

We dont need a God to save us
We need a God to avenge us
One who battle a thousand wars for our souls
A spirit of pure agression
One that feeds on the enemy's blood
One who does not forgive
One who does not forget
One who will never forget