The sect of thugs was Kali servant

They were ordered to destroy

All that Vishnu created

Vishnu the God of creation was crafty

From all drop of extinguished blood

He created new lives again and again

Thereupon Kali gave an order to her servants:

You must kill Vishnu's men without bloodshed

The thugs were used the twisted kerchief

To kill their selected enemies

Troops of thugs traced their victims

They committed murder just in secret

After the rites of sacrifice

The thugs buried their enemies

By holy pick-axes

Which were given to the loop-throwers

By the priest of Kali

Thuggery, nooses on the necks

Kerchiefs saturated with oil

No escape from this murder sect

They were the Phansigars of India

Suffocating thugs

Killed in the name of Kali

Buried thousands of bodies

By their holy tools

Thugs killed without fear

They were violent and dangerous

Strangers and Vishnu's men

They killed without sense

Thugs the masters of suffocation

Thugs the servants of devastation

The thugs put one's head in the noose

Loop of rope with a slipknot

That becomes tighter

When the rope is pulled

The members of this sect

Were neat people

In everyday life

Thugs sworn the oath to the priest of Kali

They kept a secret through generations

But there were traitors

And the sect of thugs was liquidated

Kali the Goddess of devastation

Had a strong sect

There was like a war

Between good and evil