O Vulture!
Deprive me of peace.
And the weight on my back hinders me.
Scissor-beak, relate to me how I fed you.
Scissor-beak, relate to me how you always ate.
For these past few months my mind's been on the road,
but I can't think of any place that I know that you won't go.
And when I die sink my body to the floor of the sea
where the calls of the bird can't find me.