Fire and Places for His Work Lyrics

The crematorium principal,
Where did I end up?!
It is very honorable to live here,
But more honorable to die,
Came half-dead
On purpose to
Die!
Eerie conveyor
To process
The dead into
Smoke and ash,


I've been saving
Saving up
Save for sandalwood
All my life!
All my life!
All my life!

The sight is freaky
And shocking,
Somewhat demonic,
Mystifying.
One may observe forever
The life scenes on the ghats!
Commotion's
Going on!

Firewood and logs for funeral pyres
Are piled between the temples on the shore,

People crowd in small groups and gaze in silence.
Folks rustle'round the fires, drag firewood, light fires,
Eviscerate the burnt remains - dread!
The bodies of the dead are smeared with incense,
Wrapped in a saffron shroud,
Garlands of flowers
Are placed on top,
Hand-borrowed to the fires
Already stacked is funeral pyre!
Garlands of flowers
Are placed on top,
Hand-borrowed to the fires
Already stacked is funeral pyre!
A fire ritual takes place, take place tonight!!!
There is no common sense in that place, only emotions,
Fed up with common sense!!!
Why did I run away but want to come back again?!
Something happened to the mind!!!
Everything burned out and need to burn the fire...
Something happened to the mind!!!
Everything burned out and need to burn the fire...
Something happened to the mind!!!
Everything burned out and need to burn the fire...
Something happened to the mind!!!
Everything burned out and need to burn the fire once again.