There shall be a feast
Vultures flying around
Picking on your brains
But no, that's just not enough for them
No, it's not enough

There shall be a feast
Jackals running around
Looking for carcass
But no, it's nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found

There shall be a feast
People blab about
So many fears to be fed
And it's perfectly enough
Oh, perfectly enough

There shall be a feast
A monk thinking out loud
With no hunger and no guilt
He enjoys the sunlight
Shining on his veins