Deep in the soil
Where decay's fruits are ripe
Where things crawl and uncoil
And death nourishes life
The sun keeps on burning
The world keeps on turning
In cycles of death and rebirth
And out of the dirt blossoms burst
The seasons are seconds
That beckons the minute
Our body's laid low
And we're taken within it
Our flesh is so fragile
As our fate is fixed
Ashes to ashes and dirt
And out of the earth blossoms burst
There is no end or beginning
The world is a wheel slowly spinning
...around
When in our turn
We will cease and expire
Our body may burn
Be consumed by the fire
Our being to ashes
Our skin to mere soil
Our carcass dissolved and dispersed
I offer myself
As food for the flowers
I offer my meat
To it's renewing power
To be flayed by the worm
Become soup for the soil
Turning my flesh into earth
And out of the dirt blossoms burst
For there is no end or beginning
When we're taken under the ground
The world is a wheel slowly spinning
And everything comes back around
For there is no end or beginning
When we're taken under the ground
The world is a wheel slowly spinning
And everything comes back around
...around
...around