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