Quickly moving in the morning 'fore the corpse gets cold
Doesn't matter whether young or old
Up the mountain now we make our climb
Everyone knows it's feeding time
And so they sharpen the knives, sharpen the blades
Close your eyes, it'll be okay

Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam
Feast upon the bodies, clean them down to the bone
Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes
This is what will happen to you when you die
Adipocere

Find the mortician with the bag on his head
Watch him as he slices bits of flesh off the dead
Drinks away his whiskey as a means to atone
He's never sober, he can't do it alone
And so he sharpens his knife, sharpens his blade
Close your eyes, it'll be okay

Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam
Feast upon the body clean em down to the bone
Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes
This is what will happen to you when you die
Seven hundred winged creatures waiting in line
Sixty seven eyes are focused watching them dine
Seven of the brethren are turning their heads
This is how the village people burry their dead
Adipocere