Sky Funeral-Fleshgore

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