"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 natureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
