As the flies and the wilds

gathered around Tens Horns

The beasts from all directions

Fell the call of their master

The winds are changing

The sun is staying upon

The stars are ever glowing

The timehad come you will see...



Rising up the mountains,

Churning all the oceans



There is nowhere to hide

The unleashed poor think they can

Escape but there is only one way

In fact which leads towards

the wide opened fangs

Made of infernal flames

See the floating of the millions of creatures

Towards their reconciled destiny

And blasting all the hopes



See what is the reality in itself:

Everything is already dead!



The ecstatic trance-dance of Mahakala

Burning down the worlds

Leading by the anger against all

That belongs to God



Now its time for to the world

To see a man with opened eyes

Now its time to realize

We tell ourselves the best of lies

Now its time to see the fact

We all are the unity

Now its time for us

To deliberate our aim