When The Vultures Have Left (2008, God To The Illfated)
Genre: Death/ Black Metal
And over my shoulder you see, the glistening sway of a scythe For time the silver will dim, and the leap we are taking heads held high, upright And I who would come when you want, walk through fire any nook or clime A chill breeze swirls the leaves as we go the old iron bell roars as it forebodingly chimes
Fringe of the lid Walk through the grid Lonely, ill angels only Accompany us, down we go To our death
And the fear and the guilt come to pass, but emotions ache, bursting inside For the oath that we once swore in blood, idiots and unknowingly tyrants abide And dark days with gloom and despair, the seals - taste the bitter woe seven A release for agonizing cold, for the worms and the hallowing emptiness of heaven
Like shadows blinds the light When the vultures have left Light to a moth Whip lust for a froth Turns to ashes The grinding of gears swallows all When the vultures have left
And over my shoulder you see, the glistening sway of a scythe For time the silver will dim, and the leap we are taking, the end of beginning in sight
Dismal tarns and pools, Where wretch and the cruel Wear our tears as jewels Aghast as we go, aghast of the past And a Death