Beneath the tower of d**h A flock of vultures gather For the holy feast The last vision of my life A stormy cloud of feathers What fire wouldn't touch Are the remnants of my body To vultures under a steaming sun A funeral in perfect weather A curried soul survive the feast The ox has been my teacher Moustachoid a s**ual beast The heredict friedrich nietzsche May god leave someone else to be The final zoroastrian