The parched cries of dying vultures sings in the night.
Hear them calling Hear them wail out in the deserted distances when bones are old and frail
Speak to me, oh, parched vultures teach me to be wise
Though there is malice in your minds though vengeance has led you astray
I will come, one day, out of the desert and watch the sun pick meat from old bones and turn them into dust