Satyricon - Havoc Vulture lyrics
[Satyricon - Havoc Vulture lyrics]
Wonder how it would be to
Be the great Redeemer
The one to bestow upon you life and death
The one to poison you when you're down
Or to be the one to
Hand you the crownofthorns
When your hands are sore
(And) to save you from the
Everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?
A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end
One forgets that everything
Has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you
Towards the unspoken word
To suffer Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings
Somehow just to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open
Wounds have a way to Go
The 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 dark
Maybe it is intimidating more
Than lighting the way
Where 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 Kingdoms
Or to the valley of the forgotten?
Behind the vault of the sky's
Mystery lies a dream
Damned or saved, How could we ever know?
Be the great Redeemer
The one to bestow upon you life and death
The one to poison you when you're down
Or to be the one to
Hand you the crownofthorns
When your hands are sore
(And) to save you from the
Everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?
A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end
One forgets that everything
Has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you
Towards the unspoken word
To suffer Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings
Somehow just to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open
Wounds have a way to Go
The 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 dark
Maybe it is intimidating more
Than lighting the way
Where 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 Kingdoms
Or to the valley of the forgotten?
Behind the vault of the sky's
Mystery lies a dream
Damned or saved, How could we ever know?