Bloodbath

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