Black Sabbath Hootenany

The pyre flames flare with an August wind's gust

it stokes them higher to make the bones shrink

become brittle and then turns them to dust

while a dance of death brings all to the brink

of ecstatic union, live with death, heed

the drum with its skin pulled taut by sinew

the spirit in pine smoke rising now freed

to shimmy, shake, roll into a life anew

while those below glow by the fire's ember

raise their hands, lift their hearts then sing their praise

so thankful for what they can remember

a count of beats in a rhythm of days

For all that has been, what will never be

we dance with death tonight in reverie