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