Vultures of North Songtext
von Orbit Culture

Do you feel it?
In the marrow, in the bone throne?
You will never know what our bones are made of
Now look up to the sky and observe
The vultures of north, they′ll come

Drinking blood now only to satisfy our mouths
More hunger, the hungrier
You'll see what I meant by the warnings
We′re here, we're now, we're in orbit

It′s in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers
It′s in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers

Beware of the antlers
Beware of the end


You'll feel it, in the matter, this cyclone
You′ll see it
The predator in final form
Menace awaits from what we create
We're here, we′re now, we're in orbit

It′s in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers
It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers
It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers

Beware of the antlers

These antlers will cut us free

In here
We′ll be free
The bloodsoaked teeth

Immortal lands
Enter now, friend, and you will see
What we′re made of, where we come from (Come from)
Last in line but everlasting armies
Under banners of the antlers


The bad omens becoming warm heat sources
Ourselves for this cold that is coming

The fear of darkness
Sets the primal mind in motion
Protect the herd from outside forces
At the edge of insanity
We'll adapt into being the hunter
Roam this land, son
We′ll be rising the flag of the antlers

Beware of the antlers
Beware of the end

It's in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers
It′s in the blood
The underdog
The undertow, beware of the antlers