The Vulture - King Raam

The vultures ride the wind

They circle around the killing fields

Intoxicated by the smell of death

Waiting for man to fall…

The eagles soar up high

Guiding spirits who are lost

There is no escape from the fire

Beware the devil is not far…

On a desert highway I left my baby, she’s lying, scorching, screaming the sun

she says

Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me

In a chapel down in New Orleans she’s on her knees and begging please to

Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me

There’s a man on the edge who’s ready to jump, he’s had enough but just can’t

stop

Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me

Give me pleasure or give me pain I’ll believe anything you ever say, just

Hold me, Touch me, Love me, Fuck me

On a desert highway, desert highway

I left my babe

On a desert highway, desert highway

I left my babe

Give me pleasure or give me pain I’ll believe anything you ever say…