Vultures silhouette Against the pale sky Their screams herald The forthcoming tempest Black clouds rise above the desert To satisfy the thirst of our soil We worship you messengers of rage Bring fare to our seed of rebellion Impregnate the pride Of the ones that forsook themselves To rise against their opressors Burn their faces they just use to hide And burn their lying lips to ashes Tear open the gates You used to sneak along Take back what they took away from you Iniquitously usurped Grabbed in greed Tear it out of their cold dead hands Watch us dethrone the gods And hear our voices mocking their bloody names It's vanity that asks for revolt Free the tempest that blows their ashes away Black clouds rise above the desert To satisfy the thirst of our soil We worship you messengers of rage Bring fare to our seed of rebellion Become a part of this movement Bite the hand that chokes our lives Impregnate the pride of the ones That forsook themselves