Sacro Culto

In those stones that they had layered
On plateau of surreal Giza
Ages of nameless isolation I’ve witnessed
Epidemically so brittle
Despite the infections of thousand pariah camels
My secrets lying idle on your lips
Canopying the sacred cult knowledge
That meant to be concealed in your neurone
Many tried to seek this sacrosanct art
Despair fills up their gasps
Occult society of Ancient Giza
They practise sacrificial rituals for Seth
Criticised by other religions and Government
They masked it with utter discreetness
Necrosis is a holy art of corpse
And it post-mortal syndrome that
Our dead bodies are subjected to
Eternal amalgamation of organs
Makes a living soul
The proportion has been unknown to us
Those handfuls can reunite hacked body parts
And sew them together with silk thread
Rub them with coarse salt and pernod
Till cracks fill up evenly
Then an anonymous fluid is injected thru visible vein
It’s perilous, if it’s practised without substantial knowledge
Hidden yet most rewarding art of mankind ever invented
Remains ever unknown to human race
Those still resting in their vaults shall be carrying the testimony