A black and white moving cloud of wings in the sky A flock of vultures approach while blotting out the sun Their shrieks are deafening To the human ears Of those who died, all return... Feel the hoofs - they're coming Hear the growls - they're coming Fallen prey now hunt their hunter Vengeance of the animal beast See their numbers - they're coming Smell their stench - they're coming Slaughtered victims now slay their master Retaliation of the beast Nations are trampled under four legged flesh A pounding horde of hollow bodies in sight They rear their skulls and cry out Of all those who were killed, all return Echoes of swine squeals distorting the silence Reclaiming the loss of meat stolen from their bodies Chewing and pissing on human remains Of all those who were slain, all return Moans and barks coming from the same direction The human's pets no longer sit at their sides Primitive instincts, animalistic dogma Of all those in captivity, now in devious activity Species without a language of words Known only for their deeds A call upon death, death answers quickly Of all those who're alive, not an animal - not a man Massive human emibration Massive death inhabitation
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