Vulture's Beak Lyrics

The beak is stained blood red
As horror chilling in your neck
Gut wrenching smell of blood
A horrid putrid grasp

The cold hand of death grabs my soul
Envenoming and fills me with his scorn
At one with maggots underneath the soil
Toxic taste of mud the stomach boils

Your death appears in flesh and bones
Paralyzed agonized crawling into sores
Your life will end without a bless
Thrown in a jellified mess of human flesh

Guilt rips the remains of my rotten soul
I pray to god the nightmare to abort
This endless torment is not a dream
Feeling the bite of the vulture’s beak

Vultures flying across the land
Hunting flesh and smelling blood
Descending towards earth with no remorse