Circling Vultures - All Out War

Corpse in rot

Sickness is all that’s left

Fatal cries

Shallow final breaths

Circle of vultures

Await the corpse decay

Dying false convictions the weak are easy prey

Godless

Hopeless

In pain as they feed

Parasite infested

Transmission of disease

No opposition

The vultures lie in wait

An empty carcass

Ripped apart in dismay

Seasons are burning

Slip away at the touch

Angels of mercy

Creation burns to dust

Thy will shall be done

Icons cast in stone

False idols we praise

Bring desolation

Feed us damnation

Guide us to the grave

Children of submission

Drunk on the purest hate

Consume the plague

Praise the exalted snakes

Await decimation

Haunted by disgrace

Choke on degradation

Fall to life’s decay

Thy will shall be done

Icons cast in stone

False idols we praise

Bring desolation

Feed us damnation

And guide us to the grave

Salvation rests in extinction

Angels of mercy are blind

Decimation

Erradication

Come crawling

We are out of time