Swarm of Vultures - Aura Noir

Come swarm with me, come grind the carver

Come paw the skin, come slay the harvest

Come lick the sky, come reach the heavens

Each grain of flesh, each drop of pleasures

The dustcloud of our lust

Redeemed in hate

Deodorize our claws of rot

Wash them clean of taste

…And we swarm towards the sun or the creedence of it

…And we whip the sky for blessings or for the joy of it