Devilhawks - The Banner

Night falls like a guillotine

On the living tonight, hoods up an knives out for the terrified

Ugly, broke, broken hearted losers hear the cry

Split the belly and spill out into the night

Black eyes, bloody knuckles and broken bones

Carving cryptic epitaphs into the stone

Feeding on the screaming like its their last night alive

Peeling back the skull’s flesh as the blood fills their eyes

Burn away the beautiful in fire red skies

Burying the living as the devilhawk flies

Moonlight’s a green light, for the devilhawk

Sidestep into switchblades, and nail your hope to a cross

Locking up the children as they howl at the door

Sweaty hands clutching pistols on the bathroom floor

Rusted silver crucifixes held tight in hand

Remembering religion as you pray for an end

Face us, face death, shallow graves

Hoods up knives out, end of days

The sun rises on mass graves and the hawks feed the vultures for another day