Therein lies the irony
Succumbing to demise
Of my orthodox entity
Dwelleth in trance
Depicting motions in tranquility
Falling, falling into despondency
Sarv!
Destroyer of ignorance
Fathom his supremacy
Ravenous hunger for blood
Slay the blind
Their dogmas, their lies
Unveil, thy mind enslaved
No more
Thorn 'neath the temple
The sound of silence distinct
As the end draws near
With joined palms, i bestow
My reverence to thee
Abhorrent hymn if the trident's thrust
I seek
"om shivam, mukti devam sarvanasham trishula
Om shivam, vinashaya sarva trilokama"
Redeem redemption
Discharged off existence
Pierced to oblivion
Emblem, beyond the petty
Perception
"om shivam, mukti devam sarvanasham trishula"