Lyrics

Shadows stretch across the tide,
Bodies silent, crimson-dyed.
Echoes whisper through the sails,
Drifting like forgotten tales.

The sky burns red, the ocean sighs,
Another hunt, another night.
But in the stillness, when all is done,
I face the ghosts I cannot outrun.

Vultures of my past, circling high,
Picking at the bones of all I've left behind.
No mercy, no peace, only echoes remain,
Drowning in the blood, washed away by the rain.

Steel and sorrow in my hands,
Drunk on death, yet here I stand.
The bottle shakes, my grip is weak,
But silence is the only thing that speaks.

The sky burns red, the ocean sighs,
Another hunt, another night.
But in the stillness, when all is done,
I face the ghosts I cannot outrun.

Vultures of my past, circling high,
Picking at the bones of all I've left behind.
No mercy, no peace, only echoes remain,
Drowning in the blood, washed away by the rain.

I see your face in the flickering light,
A ghost that lingers, lost in the night.
No prayers, no graves, just the sins I bear,
And the whispers of your voice in the heavy air.

Vultures of my past, circling high,
Tearing through the wounds I try to hide.
No mercy, no peace, only echoes remain,
Drowning in the blood, washed away by the rain.

The dawn is near, but I stay behind,
Another war, another time.
Still haunted by the crimson tide,
And the vultures that will never die.