| Song | Amongst The Vultures |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Phoenix |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| He hears the call which destines his fall | |
| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul | |
| And now the tide turns | |
| The blackest flame still burns | |
| Immortally he’s waiting so unconcerned | |
| Before the blade penetrates his skin | |
| A versant cloud enwraps his body | |
| Slowly and dreadfully | |
| A subtle cut brings liberty | |
| His path of blasphemy — | |
| Atrocious angels lead his way | |
| To apathy, an apathy revealed by sway | |
| By Cain’s force assigned, | |
| Ferocious demons crawl to mate | |
| Black altar wine flows to blur his fate | |
| Beyond the veil, amongst the vultures | |
| Beneath the sky, he lives his dream | |
| Inside his veins throbs mortal poison | |
| The netherworld has opened its gates | |
| Wide and enormous, a final cut brings liberty | |
| The candles leave their set | |
| All sounds extinguish in the dark | |
| No hope and no regret | |
| Silence rules his heart | |
| No whisper sent to God | |
| Abysmal hate turns to dismissal | |
| Cold becomes hot | |
| His soul leaves in a glorious bliss | |
| He hears the call which destines his fall | |
| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul | |
| And now the tide turns — | |
| The blackest flame still burns | |
| Immortally he’s waiting so unconcerned | |
| Inside his veins the poison dries | |
| The netherworld has closed its gates | |
| Amongst the vultures | |
| He will make all his dreams come true |
| He hears the call which destines his fall | |
| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul | |
| And now the tide turns | |
| The blackest flame still burns | |
| Immortally he' s waiting so unconcerned | |
| Before the blade penetrates his skin | |
| A versant cloud enwraps his body | |
| Slowly and dreadfully | |
| A subtle cut brings liberty | |
| His path of blasphemy | |
| Atrocious angels lead his way | |
| To apathy, an apathy revealed by sway | |
| By Cain' s force assigned, | |
| Ferocious demons crawl to mate | |
| Black altar wine flows to blur his fate | |
| Beyond the veil, amongst the vultures | |
| Beneath the sky, he lives his dream | |
| Inside his veins throbs mortal poison | |
| The netherworld has opened its gates | |
| Wide and enormous, a final cut brings liberty | |
| The candles leave their set | |
| All sounds extinguish in the dark | |
| No hope and no regret | |
| Silence rules his heart | |
| No whisper sent to God | |
| Abysmal hate turns to dismissal | |
| Cold becomes hot | |
| His soul leaves in a glorious bliss | |
| He hears the call which destines his fall | |
| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul | |
| And now the tide turns | |
| The blackest flame still burns | |
| Immortally he' s waiting so unconcerned | |
| Inside his veins the poison dries | |
| The netherworld has closed its gates | |
| Amongst the vultures | |
| He will make all his dreams come true |
| He hears the call which destines his fall | |
| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul | |
| And now the tide turns | |
| The blackest flame still burns | |
| Immortally he' s waiting so unconcerned | |
| Before the blade penetrates his skin | |
| A versant cloud enwraps his body | |
| Slowly and dreadfully | |
| A subtle cut brings liberty | |
| His path of blasphemy | |
| Atrocious angels lead his way | |
| To apathy, an apathy revealed by sway | |
| By Cain' s force assigned, | |
| Ferocious demons crawl to mate | |
| Black altar wine flows to blur his fate | |
| Beyond the veil, amongst the vultures | |
| Beneath the sky, he lives his dream | |
| Inside his veins throbs mortal poison | |
| The netherworld has opened its gates | |
| Wide and enormous, a final cut brings liberty | |
| The candles leave their set | |
| All sounds extinguish in the dark | |
| No hope and no regret | |
| Silence rules his heart | |
| No whisper sent to God | |
| Abysmal hate turns to dismissal | |
| Cold becomes hot | |
| His soul leaves in a glorious bliss | |
| He hears the call which destines his fall | |
| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul | |
| And now the tide turns | |
| The blackest flame still burns | |
| Immortally he' s waiting so unconcerned | |
| Inside his veins the poison dries | |
| The netherworld has closed its gates | |
| Amongst the vultures | |
| He will make all his dreams come true |