Satyricon - Havoc Vulture Lyrics
Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemerthe one to bestow upon you life and deaththe one to poison you when you're downor to be the one to hand you the crownofthornswhen your hands are sore(and) to save you from the everything you care forAre you bitter when you see how pale you are?Do you feel hate without direction?A kind of seed inside you that never blossomsIt is at the gallows end one forgets that everythinghas to have a greater meaningAn unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken wordto suffer Martyrdom for the othersThe Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He existsThose who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to gothe shadows of your must rest (first)Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?The force behind the hit can not be mistaken'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and...a light in the darkMaybe it is intimidating more than lighting the waywhere is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands?Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdomsor to the valley of the forgotten?behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dreamdamned or saved, how could we ever know?
