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As the Vultures Descend
Grand Harvest
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Hear now my swansong as the carrion fowl come
This is my body, broken, host for your communion
This is my blood to drink as wine, my will to live is gone
Hear my swansong, here I end
As the vultures descend
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On wings of death, the vultures come
Astral scavengers, when worlds are undone
To feed on the damned who remain past the end
On wings of death comes the final godsend
As the vultures descend
The astral vultures come
Circling above since it all began
Eating the rotting souls
Of the final war of man
To the playground of Earth, once awake
Now slay ground of sleep
To drink from a lake
Which dying children weep
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Voracious, vicious, vigilant
Drawn to the swansong of terminal harm
Treacherous, tortuous, triumphant
Like the Nemesis locust swarm
All that remains of us will be part of them
On wings of death comes the final godsend (final godsend)
Like a host of falling angels, now the vultures descend
Man shall reap what he deserves in the end
So despair now, fools
As the vultures descend
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Wretched mankind, wander blind
Through the wreckage of all cultures
Prey and bait, fools one and all
Now feed yourselves to the vultures
Exodus of the human race, into deserts abhorred
Lost upon barren plains, how pathetic now, this horde
Thirst ripped parched throats, as ghosts of hunger poured
Rising from the face of this thing they call Lord
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Pray and kneel, fools one and all
For seven horrible days and nights
Drink of the poisoned mirage
Now to take your own miserable lives
All that remains of us will be part of them
On wings of death comes the final godsend (final godsend)
Like a host of falling angels, now the vultures descend
Man shall reap what he deserves in the end
So despair now, fools
As the vultures descend
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Come, exalted wings of death, glide with hunger grotesque
Devour my feeble limbs, stripped in Christlike arabesque
Carry this tortured soul to kiss the lips of the Abyss
Take me far away into the bliss of nothingness
Hear now my swansong as the carrion fowl come
This is my body, broken, host for your communion
This is my blood to drink as wine, my will to live is gone
Hear my swansong, at last here I end
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