The raptors, in their mastery, have sharpened their talons
The raptors, in their treachery, have blood and flesh
Soaring like shadows towards their lair
Soaring like shadows towards their sanctuary
Whatever impulses lead to all these crimes
Whatever compassion for all the victims
They prowl to pick up scents
They prowl to embrace fear
Soaring like shadows towards their lair
Soaring like shadows towards their sanctuary
Suppressing feelings despite the consequences
Stifling truths, forgetting innocence
They seek shocks and the sublime
They seek the way out of the abysses
Soaring like shadows towards their lair
Soaring like shadows towards their sanctuary