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