Soul-Voracious Vultures

Hooting creatures with red sparkling eyes wisely await
Not innocent owls gazing at the nightly ceremonial existence
Not those ones which are perched on their cracking branches
We silently admire the shameful murderers… soon mind ravaged…

Goddesses of fate led men who were doomed to suffer
Into misery and diabolical misfortunes
No prayers, no sacrifice and no tears can move us
You’re now blind to your future… hear my creaking wings
No prayers, no sacrifice and no tears can move us
You’re now blind to your future… hear my creaking wings

We are the soul-voracious vultures, daughters of Nyx
Dwelling hellgrounded at the rock-walled river Styx
While Gaia gave the adamant avenger sickle
We are born from Ouranos’s blood testicles

Soaring from the obscure depths of Erebus
Breathing destruction from our lips like flame
We bring darkness into your sacred heliosphere
Semnosian cursebearer, dreaded by worms’ world
Even if we are the guardians of the moral law
Although we claim to be the vengeful of all crimes
Lord Hades entrusted us with a significant mission
And all our principles suddenly fell into oblivion

Punishment... retribution... dearth... and torment

We are the soul-voracious vultures, daughters of Nyx…

Back in our enlightened den
The wings full of guts between our claws the purulent skin
A heady flagrancy of flesh bathed in necrosis
We’ll sleep with minds filled of macabre lullabies

Punishment... retribution... dearth... and torment

Candles laboriously illuminate our wrinkled faces
We relate our nocturne fleshcrusade
Our perfect discipline in this global execution
The harshness in the premeditated extermination
Maybe our screams warn them too early
Should we fly with folded wings?
Some must escape while they will be better of with us
Our next purification should be more atrocious
Finally