Rogyapa
Grave Miasma
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