Tortured Skull

Raging vultures approaching the clearing
Forbidden from cultures and ground
Striking to kill with power and glory
It's pain within pleasure they've found
Their fingertips drip with the blood of the foe
But grinning, enjoying the sight
They slash opposition for minding metallics
And scream for their pride and their rights
Hammer the walls with the front of your skull
Pound ancient stone 'til you tear down the wall
Find he who rules and imprisons us all
Search forever and find no one at all,