Текст (слова) песни «Also Sprach Alexander»

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 sexual beast
The heredict Friedrich Nietzsche
May God leave someone else to be
The final zoroastrian