Vultyr Culture

Cold night for humanity. Bright dawn for a scavanger.
Abuse what you can. Destroy what you can't.
No one left to learn from history, no one here to write a 
prophecy.
Wasteland of utter blasphemy. Vultyr culture for all 
eternity.
Dead bitch on a carcass of feelings gone. Empty bottle on a
 preacher of the end.
This world is a fucking prostitute. Going cheaper while 
growing old.
What you got, was it worth the effort? How long you think 
you can keep it up?
When you fall no one's there to catch you. Just our feast 
on every downfall.