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The vultures of Golgotha await their feast

As beggar and noble draws near

To witness the dying of the Nazarene

The king of all liars in fear

Whipped and crowned with thorns

They smell his blood so sweet

He‘s nailed upon the cross

To perish in the heat

The dark age has begun

Beneath the burning sun

Slow death arrives

As payment for his lies

Dark wings sweep in

As the feast begins

Forsaken by what father?

The tempter is all that is real

Now face the proper conviction

To end this insanity

Left to rot on the hill

Accompanied by his likes

But to carrion birds

Both savior and scum are equal delight

There is no final struggle

The false son accepts his fate

Slowly devoured by vultures

Half alive, while the flesh is still fresh

While the flesh is fresh

The choir of the dying

Moaning in the night

Spared from the suns warmth

But the claws still rip their hides

Come the dawn again

They release their final sigh

Left are the shredded corpses

And bones cleaned to white

The dark age has begun

Beneath the burning sun

Slow death arrives

As payment for his lies

Dark wings sweep in

As the feast begins