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