Beneath the tower of death 
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 se**** beast 
The heredict friedrich nietzsche 
May God leave someone else to be 
The final zoroastrian