Havoc Vulture Lyrics - Rebel Extravaganza - Satyricon

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 

Damned or saved, How could we ever know? 

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