11. Vultures

Breathing life into these mares where enemies turn into flesh
This is the abyss I fear the most – I feel their eyes staring at me

Waiting with carnivorous patience, their memory timeless
For all they know i must succumb sometime...

solemn cry rises to the sky as heavy wings blacken out
The morning sun with infinite darkness. I dreaming or am I dead?

In search for my heart – lost in this hell
The vultures are soaring above – tearing me apart

Screaming voices in my head. sudden pain then deadly silence
Devouring the remains of my heart – I can feel it dying

Picking at the bones of my soul
Left me dead inside
The more I gave the more they took
Left me dead inside