To the Stench of a Rotting Corpse Lyrics

Upon the hill I lie.
In the shade of an old willow tree
Long lived and tired.
Bones and muscles ache, due to time's decay.
It is here, I wish to stay.
To bask in the sun's warm glow,
And rot properly.....
I press my paper thin, wrinkled skin
Upon the rough bark of this old tree;
And watch as the sun sets for eternity.
To become the dust I came from.
Buried in the ground lacks dignity
I believe... Please let me give back what was given to me.... Life.
Let the worms, ants, and wasps feast on my flesh.
Let the crows feed their young.
There is nothing left for me,
So why keep it selfishly

Let my bones hear the songs of the birds and the wind in the trees
Bathe in the pouring rain, and feel the warm caress of the sun.

For when nature is done with me, I will truly be set free