"What is born will die
What has been gathered will be dispersed
What has been accumulated will be exhausted
What has been built up will collapse
And what has been high will be brought low"
An empty vessel as dawn draws near
Rid of the filth that poisons the air
Rogyapas assemble, steel in hand
No body is meant to be spared in this land
Rip out my tongue
Flatten my bones
Sky dancers, they're coming home
Three circles lie ahead
The outer my home
A platform of death and rebirth
The tower of silence my throne
Three circles lie ahead in my fate
The outer my home
A platform of death and rebirth
Dakhmeh my throne
Dragged up to the mountain
Snap my spine
Blood covers my face again
Have I become divine
Elevate my soul far from the frozen earth
Grant me serenity before my last breath
Released by the burial master
And given back to mother nature