Wings of the Vulture
They only take to the skies once death arrives
Through a darkened sky so clear to see
Unveiling the closeness of morbidity
As light hits the eye, no sympathy
The talons sharper than they’ve ever been
Lower, lower, lower sweeps the wings of the vulture
Lurking peril trembles in the mind
Lower, lower, lower sweeps the wings of the vulture
Awaiting the bones they will pick dry
After demise
They only take to the skies once death arrives
A distant recollection has been stirred
Compelled against this life at every turn
Now high above the growing swarm is seen
The scattered fragments whispering to be free
Lower, lower, lower sweeps the wings of the vulture
Lurking peril trembles in the mind
Lower, lower, lower sweeps the wings of the vulture
Fear ridden hunger haunted flight
After demise
Descending from the sky
Once death arrives
When the end is close by
Cleansing death inside
Where there once was life
They only begin descent
When decay is evident
Always there when death arrives
Crowning evolution by design
