Always searching for the death He cuts the skies in his silent flight My thoughts follows him In the sunrise to the east Where the vulture sleeps There's no life From the top of the dry tree He sees the horizon with no limits And feel the smells of death Darked by the time The vulture follow in his lonely flight My personality follows him In the sunset to the west His smelling is never mistaken And he lives in his sublime flight My life follows him Flying through the infinity