Vultures are flying around my neck
A hundred of drivelling hyenas
are watching my back
as I walk through the valley of death
Night falls, the 20st day goes by
I can hear myself cry
over skulls and bones
I follow the tones
I hear somewhere in my mind
And I wonder
Could this all be a lie
and if so
then why should I die?
I just dance my circles 'round the fire
Somewhere near
sings the morning choir
it wants to get out!