Vultures Songtext
von Restroyer.

In the darkest shadows of autocratic monuments
Rhetoric unfolds in cold embrace
Unforgiving grasp stained into our history
A presence navigating time and space

Confined in blood-soaked tapestry, kept away for none to see
Are the rules in which they base their soul
Defined by priests and politics
Hell bent on total control

Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war ((and war))


Stained glass paints the wall
Subjective overhaul
A Messianic quid pro quo
The catastrophic lie that no one seems to understand
He′s nothing but a CEO

Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war

Break down their walls!
Burn down their halls!
Run through this history!

Break down their walls!
Burn down their halls!
Run through this history!

Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war