Vulture (Zyklon)

Throbbing; The vast deceiver Underdog, god of all men Crushing; bone and skin to the ground Dying, but still vital Where would it head me? Fresh, yet rotten to the core Would you ever join me? Howling; heresy to the end Tribe and unit; one of a kind Searching; but nowhere to find Does that make sense to you? Walk alone or all fly One watching the other die Simple, cold and awaiting You'll never stop hating Hell on earth Was it what I wanted? A peaceful mind Rejoice with me Vulture - may I take your shape? Vulture - tell me of my fate Vulture - your kingdom come Vulture - take me home