From the distant plains he returns Descending through the Kora path The sacred dawn is marked by his presence Who aligns the stones that hold, not entomb Bare the shroud to the winds As juniper heralds the gathering Wield the swords, axe, fan the fire Feed the alms of Jha'tor As the vultures congregate from higher They partake in the final lore Bare the shroud to the winds As Juniper heralds the gathering Yield to the force of the Rogyapa He reveals to us the true nature Our flesh and bones are for carrion The final of sky burial The plains are no longer barren Offering the remains Ordaining crushed bones Chanting incantations Yield to the force of the Rogyapa He reveals to us the true nature Our flesh and bones are for carrion The final of sky burial As remains turn into nothingness Matter pummelled into dust Decomposition is immediate Libations offered by the dead to the living The final act is benevolence As a figure traverses worlds What was all is now Sunyata Corporeality is unfurled