[Music and lyrics by Igor.]
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