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I lived my live in a dream

Waiting for something I've never seen

Now I have it right before me

I'm dying here and no one can see

The darkness waits for me

It's pulling at my soul

Please give me one more breath

Before I meets death

From great heights they wait

Filling the skies with beast of prey

The smell of near death intoxicates

Rotting dead flesh is what they crave

At my last gasp I see

They're getting close to me

Almost at death's door

The hunters wait no more

Pinching and tearing, without thoughts of caring

The pain is amazing, my screams are not phasing

Gorging themselves, abundant the flesh

Fighting for air, I am not dead

My salvation gives me some peace

Without my flesh, my soul is released

In spite of dying, pieces of me remains

The Circling of Vultures

The Circling of Vultures

The Circling of Vultures

The Circling of Vultures