Orbit Culture - Vultures Of North

Текст:

Do you feel it, in the marrow, in the bone throne
You'll never know what our bones are made of

Now look up to the sky and observe
The vultures of north, they'll come

Drinking blood
Now only to satisfy
Our mouths
More hunger, the hungrier
You'll see what
I meant by the warnings
We are here we are now, we're in orbit

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow
Beware of the antlers

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow
Beware of the antlers

Beware of the antlers

Beware of the end...

You'll feel it, in the matter, this cyclone
You'll see it, the predator in final form
Menace awaits from what we create
We are here we are now, we're in orbit

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow
Beware of the antlers

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow
Beware of the antlers

Beware of the antlers

These antlers will cut us free
In here, we'll be free
The bloodsoaked teeth

Immortal lands
Enter now, friend, and you'll see
What we're made of, from where we come from

Last in line
But everlasting armies
Under banners of the antlers

The bad omens becoming
Warm heat sources
Ourselves for this cold that is coming

The fear of darkness
Sets the primal mind in motion
We'll protect the herd from outside forces...

At the edge of insanity
We'll adapt into being the hunter
Roam this land, son
We'll be rising the flag of the antlers

Beware of the antlers

Beware of the end

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow
Beware of the antlers

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow
Beware of the antlers