Versuri Vulture Industries - A Path Of Infamy
My troubled journey began, Some 15 days past with the death a man Of his crimes I know nothing nor know I his name, But still his demise would blemish my name. And he haunts me still With his vulture eyes, Piercing my lies At my moment of glory And his of defeat I thought I'd find silence But I was deceived My troubled journey went on, Crafty deception made a hazardous road. Even I lay traps for my self As ominous thoughts sowed seeds of discord Towards my own mind, Or was this one of his tricks Still he stalk me grasping my shoulder Tearing at me with his vulture beak. So with teeth, claws and frenzied I voiced my anger, once more hoping to rid me this pest. Blood red chaos, intent on destruction, I saw the unseen, felt claws pierce my flesh. What is this vague, familiar smell? The remnants of some dear old hell? My blood is boiling, as if to tell, A tale of why and where and when Your wounds are bleeding! Mine as well, Your limbs are trembling, Loosing strength What have you done? Which face is yours? The one upon the pale skinned horse? Now I remember, Heed my words! I tell you all. This blood is cursed! I can not fall, Whilst lying down I've found my spot here on the ground. My troubled journey would end. My back had been broken, my life had been spent. He had gained his revenge, From within his own tomb, made my fragile mind into his dying womb. So he haunts me still With his vulture eyes, Piercing my lies At my moment of glory And his of defeat I thought I'd find silence But I was deceived I tried To shake these demons from my hide. I never sought To live a lie My train has gone, And I will not get there on time. To be redeemed, But left to die.