Rat On Wings (inspiration: book I read that talks about vultures valued by ancient civilizations as guides to after-death worlds – From The Ashes Of Angels)

Circling high over head

Eternal search for death

Seeking fallen bodies

That have breathed their last breath

Spying a new target

They descend like F16’s

Like a rabid pack of rats

That have grown a pair a wings

CHORUS

Strip the skin

Strip the meat

Leave skull and bones

In the desert heat

Excarnation

Rotting flesh won’t be spared

Pick clean all remains

Preferred is the fresh dead

With warm blood in the veins

Willing human sacrifice

The body splayed in plain view

Easy prey for death’s angels

Casting shadow signs anew

CHORUS

LEAD

Bloody beaks devour

Spirit and body are torn

Extracting every last shred

The ritual is performed

Guides to the after-life

Ushers to the spirit plane

Nazi’s knew the ancient rites

Vultures ride high in fame