Vultures Over Golgotha - Wizzard

Laughter and joy up on the hill

Where the soldiers lift up the cross

No more disciples to the wanna-be-king

The gathering darkness does no augur well

To the son of god they said he was

His bones will end up sunbathing on the hill

Hear the Metal thunder, birds with hunger

At least your life wasn’t in vain

Circling above, their hunger grows

Your flesh will disappear like down a drain

Feel the Inferno burning your bones

If you’re a god c’mon and save yourself now

Birds of prey, beasts from Hell

Awaiting their feast are the vultures over Golgotha

The foreboding fluttering and croaking ends

When his head leans down with his last words

No help from his father sure was a shock

When the first beak picks out his eye he screams

«Father why had you abandoned me?»

Because your father lies dead as a fucking rock