| We stich our wounds and wipe them clean
|
| Strung out from all the chaos
|
| Fever dreams will make us mad
|
| Penetrating what’s left of sanity
|
| Sing for salvation
|
| Full of grace, loud and proud
|
| In the vulture kingdom
|
| Where life divides and death unites
|
| Our smothered voices
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| Will echo throughout the centuries
|
| In the vulture kingdom
|
| We stand ablaze, victorious
|
| Drunk with rage we set our sails
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| Bound for destination malice
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| The piles of ashes left behind
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| Still hold a glow to light the way
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| Burning memories to the ground
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| Our yesterdays and yesteryears
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| Inject our veins with rabid hate
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| Scorching towards our final fate
|
| Sing for salvation
|
| Full of grace, loud and proud
|
| In the vulture kingdom
|
| Where life divides and death unites
|
| Our smothered voices
|
| Will echo throughout the centuries
|
| In the vulture kingdom
|
| We stand ablaze, victorious
|
| We know destruction lies ahead
|
| All that we knew is killed again
|
| The kingdom brings us here to play
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| A game of twisted lust and fame
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| So all we do is die again
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| I know, for this we will bleed
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| We wear our hearts on our sleeves
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| And nurture the pain as the only thing real
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| I know, for this we will bleed
|
| We stare at the naked truth
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| Our fate has been sealed
|
| We stich our wounds and wipe them clean
|
| Strung out from all the chaos
|
| Fever dreams will make us mad
|
| Penetrating what’s left of sanity
|
| Sing for salvation
|
| Full of grace, loud and proud
|
| In the vulture kingdom
|
| Where life divides and death unites
|
| Our smothered voices
|
| Will echo throughout the centuries
|
| In the vulture kingdom
|
| We stand ablaze, victorious |