Fret not in your forlon
fortress for the vultures
will keep you company.
Cloaked in black,they await you.

Taunted by your dreams,you see them dancing around your grave... but alas,it is not your flesh they crave.

It is your wealth they lust after.They scent the gold encircled around your bony,blue fingers.

Humming a chorus of doom,they loom near...
for don't you see?
They find Life in Death.

Claws out,they will strip you clean! So robe yourself in honesty and peer out of your misery.

For a humble sparrow awaits you.