Death By A Thousand Cuts (Lingchi) - Gloria Morti

Death must be a cold place

But anything is better this

So off you go loved one

Godspeed, you won’t be forgotten

To ascend a mountain slowly

For I will do

What is right

I will thus end

The distress

And we’ll all be

We’ll be saved

We will all be

Saved from the suffering

Lingchi, ascending the mountain slowly

Lingchi, death by a thousand cuts

Lingchi, tied to a wooden frame

Lingchi

Lingchi, begin by putting out the eyes

Lingchi, three thousand incisions

Lingchi, genitals, ears, nose, tongue

Lingchi

Ascending the mountain slowly

Three days of cutting

Lingchi, opium to keep from fainting

Lingchi, to amplify the suffering

Lingchi, desecrated body in afterlife

Lingchi

Lingchi, separating the flesh from the bones

Lingchi, waiting for the decapitation

Lingchi, cuts leading to bliss

Lingchi

Ascending the mountain slowly

Three days of cutting