Life's circle has come to pass release the soul free at last
This is not a tragic end but a new beginning to start again
Let us gather ceremony commence a sacred clearing is where we begin
The tools for this trade are small and few
Ripping and crushing the priest is to do
Life's circle has come to pass release the soul free at last
As he sharpens up his blade bring the body here she lays
Looking up into the sky the birds of prey are quick to fly
Down, insert the blade deep within
Tear, cutting flesh from limb to limb
Break, crush and shatter very bone
Pray, gut the corpse the blood runs cold
Vultures drawing closer still beginning now to feast at will
Her memory now just remains all flesh and bones are carried away
Life, a tribute to the ways of old
Death, this is a sky burial
Fly to the light her spirit flows
Up, this is a sky burial
Save and preserve the top half of the skull
From this we drunk in great celebration
A toast to long life and to prosperity
A toast to this ancient archaic belief
Life's circle has come to pass release the soul free at last
This is not a tragic end but a new beginning to start again
Let us gather ceremony commence a sacred clearing is where we begin
The tools for this trade are small and few
Ripping and crushing the priest is to do
Life, a tribute to the ways of old
Death, this is a sky burial
Fly to the light her spirit flows
Up, this is a sky burial