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.