Tekst
When the nighttime comes we leave our caves
Soaring through the smoky, hazy skies
Eyes peeled for flesh that's freshly died
Shadow of the reaper, scavenger of death
Of death
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night
We come to claim the bodies of the dead
Like some evil medieval wizard
Collecting the decaying flesh
Won't take the living, wait for your last breath
Last breath
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night
When the Nighttime comes we leave our caves
Shadow of the reaper, scavenger of death
Of death
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night
Black plumage, flesh eaters
Lookout, we are the condors of the night