Vultures at Dawn

The Funeral Pyre Seeking Flesh And Bone At dawn When we awake They come to take Pick at the bones Scraping it clean The sun has come Everyday, like the last I gaze into the burning light Contemplating my last gasp Will it end? They'll never cease At

The Funeral Pyre Clarity Of Time The final day The sun rises, He knows he can't bear to stay It has become his time Seeing the world Has taken the toll to crush his mind The decision is made To leave and escape The torture he has endured While walkin

The Funeral Pyre To Watch The Earth Rot He still walks alone New life born From the life he lost None matters now As he exists solely for himself To watch the Earth rot Day by day His eyes gaze off To the horizon Viewing what's left Did we really com

The Funeral Pyre Vultures One final descent The emptiness it portrays Long views into nothingness It's where you go to die Where we're not found The torment of isolation Vast landscapes, parches your throat Dust kicked up from the ground Only the sto