Sky Funeral

Not far from lhas in tibet in picturesque valleys

There are some dusty debris of tumbledown abbeys

It's walls are keeping silence of bloody brutal "gaudys"

The most perfected were called "sky funeral" with honours

It's when the corpse is cut with knifes on small and tiny pieces

It's when these pieces are devoured by ugly fat vile griffins

Behind the sera abbey's walls the stone slab was dig in

It was the last place where alive one mad monk were seen

Some stagers told that from this slab the monk was risen to the skies

And all in near country sides believed that he would never rise.

Carrion-crows felt the pleasant smell of death

Mixed up with brains and puss and adipose of yaks

They felt the flesh scattered with bones in mess

And bile and blood which every griffin sucks.

At first the corpse was took to larger regions

All separated - hands and legs and heart and lungs and bowels

Then skeleton to single bones which were sledged and ground

For none else accept the griffins this pieces couldn't find

Not to make corpse to slide off the stone poured with hot and sticky blood

They roped it to this cold cobble which was with smashed bones stud

For dismemberment this perverts had some special knives

And they mauled the flesh with pleasure like none ever tried

The main for butcher was to chop about the corpse to real stuffing

And watch the griffins eat this all in accompany of their pollute

Laughing

Carrion-crows felt the pleasant smell of death

Mixed up with brains and puss and adipose of yaks

They felt the flesh scattered with bones in mess

And bile and blood which every griffin sucks.