Shadows of vultures drawing near   To feast upon the dead   Ripping flesh from splintered limbs   Eyes from severed heads   Through broken blades and broken bones   Destroy our way to glory   Breaking those that oppose the witch   Send them to their graves   Leaving none alive   In torment all must die   The weak plead for their lives   Revel in death and demise   Shadows of vultures drawing near   To feast upon the dead   Ripping flesh from splintered limbs   Eyes from severed heads   Leaving but rotten remains of the defeated   But rotten remains of the defeated