Feast of Scavengers Video (MV)

They hover, wings in silence spread,
Across the plains where shadows tread.
A banquet waits, of bone and chill,
Their watch kept still, a hunt fulfilled.
Silent fiends of dusk and shade,
They rule where all light starts to fade.
Eyes like stone, with hunger deep,
Devouring what the shadows keep.
Their talons scrape, their beaks draw near,
To lifeless flesh left cold and sheer.
A spectral waltz, in silence bound-
They gather close, no life, no sound.
Silent fiends of dusk and shade,
They rule where all light starts to fade.
Eyes like stone, with hunger deep,
Devouring what the shadows keep.
Uunfazed, unhurried, they bide their time,
As nature's gears in darkness chime.
Each carcass - picture painted red
Of life that once was, now long dead.
Silent fiends of dusk and shade,
They rule where all light starts to fade.
Eyes like stone, with hunger deep,
Devouring what the shadows keep.
Par milliers, sur les champs de France,
Où dorment des morts d'avant-hier,
Tournoyez, n'est-ce pas, l'hiver,
Pour que chaque passant repense !
Sois donc le crieur du devoir,
Ô notre funèbre oiseau noir !