Tristania

Birds of prey are soaring higher
Baiting their hooks
The more they fade
Dangling their lines
The grimmer it looks
Transparent creatures
Pollute the blue sky
Slowly falling
Towards the cold ground
Desperation has turned the eagles
Into vultures
We're all betrayed
You preen your ruffled feathers
At the end of the day
You chose to stray
Allured by gold and silver
We will end it our way