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As the Vultures Descend

from Consummatum Est by Grand Harvest

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Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come
This is my body, broken – host for your Communion
This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone
Hear my swansong – here, I end…

As the vultures descend

On wings of death, the vultures come
Astral scavengers, when worlds are undone
To feed on the damned who remain past the End
On wings of death comes the final godsend

As the vultures descend

The astral vultures come
Circling above since it all began
Eating the rotting souls
Of the final war of man

To the playground of Earth, once awake
Now slayground of sleep
To drink from a lake
Which dying children weep

Voracious, vicious, vigilant
– drawn to the swansong of terminal harm
Treacherous, tortuous, triumphant
– like the Nemesis locust swarm

All that remains of us
Will be part of them
On wings of death
Comes the final godsend…

Final godsend

Like a host of falling angels
Now the vultures descend

Man shall reap what he deserves in the End
So despair now, fools…

As the vultures descend


Wretched mankind, wander blind
Through the wreckage of all cultures
Prey and bait, fools one and all –
Now feed yourselves to the vultures!

Exodus of the human race, into deserts abhorred
Lost upon barren plains, how pathetic now, this horde
Thirst ripped parched throats, as ghosts of hunger poured
Rising from the face of this thing they call Lord

Pray and kneel – fools one and all
For seven horrible days and nights
Drink of the poisoned mirage
Now to take your own miserable lives!

All that remains of us
Will be part of them
On wings of death
Comes the final godsend…

Final godsend

Like a host of falling angels
Now the vultures descend

Man shall reap what he deserves in the End
So despair now, fools…

As the vultures descend

Come, exalted wings of death – glide with hunger grotesque
Devour my feeble limbs, stripped in Christlike arabesque
Carry this tortured soul to kiss the lips of the Abyss
Take me far away into the bliss of Nothingness

Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come
This is my body, broken – host for your Communion
This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone
Hear my swansong – at last...

Here, I end

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from Consummatum Est, released March 25, 2022

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Grand Harvest Malmö, Sweden

The band took a permanent shape as GRAND HARVEST in 2017. The musical style could be described as Blackened Death/Doom Metal. The lyrical themes reflect a deep contempt for, and the utter futility of, mankind's existence.

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