(Alright, silent voices) 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 their knives Sharpen their blades Close your eyes It'll be okay Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam Feast upon the bodies, clean 'em down to the bone Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes This is what'll happen to you when you die Adipocere Adipocere Adipocere Adipocere ♪ Find the mortician with a 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 knives Sharpens his blades Close your eyes It'll be okay Let's take a walk to where the vultures roam Feast upon the bodies, clean 'em down to the bone Strip away the cartilage and rip out the eyes This is what'll happen to you when you die 700 winged creatures waiting in lines 67 eyes are focused, watching 'em dine Seven of the brethren are turning their heads This is how the village people bury their dead Adipocere Adipocere Adipocere Adipocere