Havoc Vulture (Remastered Version)

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 d**ned or saved how could we ever know