Eaten By Vultures- Of Grace and Glory

O, Father help, Wont you come?
He's cutting her through and through
A mother scorned again and again,
Left with nothing but a Mocker for a son,
and an unsatisfied barren womb.

O, Cursing boy! O, Disdainful glancer!
Well, the leech has two daughters,
"Give! Give!" they cry!
(Wont... You... Come... Through...)
It's time you feed them the needy,
From among mankind.

Though your teeth may be swords,
That wont hold back the Vultures!
Though your teeth may be swords,
That wont hold us back!
Can't you ever get enough? The fire never says, "Enough!"
The fire never says, "Enough!"

So Run, Mocker! Run!
For out come the ravens.
So look, Mocker! Look!
For they are coming for your eyes!