| Song | Vulturian Shades |
| Artist | AktiveHate |
| Album | X-Synthesized (Box Set) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The final breath approaches, | |
| I see the dim of light… | |
| I feel that my heart is weakening, | |
| I feel a warm touch of a bright light… | |
| My whole life glimpses as I fade, | |
| Shades of vultures go away! | |
| I’m chest wounded, profuse bleeder | |
| Another victim of denied love care… | |
| And nowadays I look behind and see… | |
| That the shade of the vulture is awaiting me… | |
| I can see my body on that coffin, | |
| Being buried six feet under… | |
| Thus every moment is revived, | |
| Forgotten and despised they where… | |
| Insidious shades of fear await me, | |
| Down on the other side of this bridge… | |
| Shades of vultures and angels singing, | |
| Heaven or Hell, where am I supposed to be? | |
| And yet I wake up… | |
| Half reborn I am… | |
| Stitches, sutures, tubes and drugs, | |
| All of them made me another man… |
| The final breath approaches, | |
| I see the dim of light | |
| I feel that my heart is weakening, | |
| I feel a warm touch of a bright light | |
| My whole life glimpses as I fade, | |
| Shades of vultures go away! | |
| I' m chest wounded, profuse bleeder | |
| Another victim of denied love care | |
| And nowadays I look behind and see | |
| That the shade of the vulture is awaiting me | |
| I can see my body on that coffin, | |
| Being buried six feet under | |
| Thus every moment is revived, | |
| Forgotten and despised they where | |
| Insidious shades of fear await me, | |
| Down on the other side of this bridge | |
| Shades of vultures and angels singing, | |
| Heaven or Hell, where am I supposed to be? | |
| And yet I wake up | |
| Half reborn I am | |
| Stitches, sutures, tubes and drugs, | |
| All of them made me another man |
| The final breath approaches, | |
| I see the dim of light | |
| I feel that my heart is weakening, | |
| I feel a warm touch of a bright light | |
| My whole life glimpses as I fade, | |
| Shades of vultures go away! | |
| I' m chest wounded, profuse bleeder | |
| Another victim of denied love care | |
| And nowadays I look behind and see | |
| That the shade of the vulture is awaiting me | |
| I can see my body on that coffin, | |
| Being buried six feet under | |
| Thus every moment is revived, | |
| Forgotten and despised they where | |
| Insidious shades of fear await me, | |
| Down on the other side of this bridge | |
| Shades of vultures and angels singing, | |
| Heaven or Hell, where am I supposed to be? | |
| And yet I wake up | |
| Half reborn I am | |
| Stitches, sutures, tubes and drugs, | |
| All of them made me another man |