Vulture

Where is your mind now I got it oh no god has left you to the vulture with arms stretched like infernal wings taking your soul to altitudes of actobatsy and you speak and you plea to him to relinquish your soul and drop you to the fiery depths of hell I can hear you speak in the shadows surrounding me the heavy drifts of fog grow closer the old bell in the bell tower destroys the silence the eerie screams of the unfortunate echo in my ears I hold my breath as the hearse passes beads of sweat congregate and run down my face the old widow weeps and wipes the dirt off her clothes I'm standing in the shadow of the moon only to realize there is no shadow and we're all make believe I hold my breath as the hearse passes I give all my respect to the drummer boy he led the calvary through the wind and rain the bravest one we remember we must proclaim