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,