The History Of Death & Burial Rituals Part I
The gravedigger takes measures with a hazel rod And the witch sneaking nearby with sticky claws For the water from the corpse is soaked with malicious powers And the hazel rod can command the dead at the witch's desires For these days the holy prayers may not be halted By the coffin’s side taking turns is the family of the departed Fear is great from the return of the dead... Close bеlongings in the casket are laid And to sеal the soul some mugwort they add This herb connected to the underworld powers Used after the funeral to cleanse the house On charcoals as incense with some clothes from the dead Nine circles around the house have been made More gifts for the journey are tied inside a knut Coins, food and salt mustn't be forgot After the coffin is seal with hammer and nails The house is filled with women's grievous wails ... carried out of the house On the doorstep knock with the coffin thrice So the soul can say goodbye to its old home Forget and never return from the other world Many days it happened, especially in the days of old That the body buried in the grave was not yet cold Some mugwort they add To the underworld powers To cleanse the house Some clothes from the dead Have to be made More gifts Are tied inside a knot Mustn’t be forgot Is seal with hammer and nails The house is filled with women's grievous wails ... carried out of the house On the doorstep knock with the coffin thrice So the soul can say goodbye to its old home Forget and never return from the other world Many days it happened, especially in the days of old That the body buried in the grave was not yet cold
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Lifeless body of the dead Was taken from the crypt So the soul would Walk the earth together With the kin Malagasy hands Are holding a corpse Wrapped in silk shrouds Peoples is more and more The sun has fell And the darkness is coming When the dead are on the run Music starts the play This is our life This is our way Respecting the dead Famadihana Turning of the bones Famadihana Beneath the setting sun Famadihana The dance with thе corpse Famadihana Let dead spirits comе Decomposed corpse dances Dressed in rotten cloth Held by black hands of the living And the spirit comes forth! All families of deceased blind Drinks and rejoice Terrific again starts This is Famadihana Famadihana
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In the name of Kukulchán Rituals in Chichén Itzá Nights and days of hungry dead 50,000 Corpses, sacrificed and bled Crowds staring in ecstasy, towards the Burning Sun When servants of Kukulchán Slaughter thousands like one
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In inhospitable lands of god Forsaken Bohemia Where cruel winters reign And owls fly When frozen ground cannot swallow The one who died Dead on Totenbretter stare Beyond the flickering stars Faded and cracked wood drained by Freezing winds In forests of Šumava, so silent and Grim Symbols of Death, proudly on the wood Where dead bodies remain, silently Waiting for the spring In the valley of Úhlava and in its Neighborhood Farmers follow the tradition for their Ancestor's grеater good When in the spring thе dead find Their peace in the ground Totenbretter everywhere by the road Shall be found These boards also memories Of families Telling tales of men who silently Rest in peace And in the valley of Úhlava and in Its neighborhood Farmers follow the tradition for the Greater good
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High up on cliffs Neither beast nor men In wooden caskets... And horrid putrid Death domains Could interfere Rotten remains Stench sows and fear... Fear in the hearts Of those who cannot see That in Death All Shall dwell in peace In the hanging coffins... In Indonesia, China... And in Philippines Ancient funeral custom of blood In hanging coffins dwelling travelers To the realm of the Holy Silent God Like astronauts flying Through the endless void Surrounded by silence Dressеd in gloom On endless voyage Into thе realm of doom Beyond chaos, beyond pain Through affinity In endless peace... In a hanging coffin On a cliff They will Eternally remain One piece of wood One lost life Hanging coffins in China Mountains of endless funerals
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026