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God Sama

Give to me your Holy Tree

Ride the winds

King of stars Grahapati

To the Moon a shell

We must now offer

From Shakti powerful knowledge I should get

God Shiva, Mari-ma and Mu-ni

Do obey, if they don't make them bleed

Choro-ma, I deny - not - Vibashban

Start the ritual - Praise Arahant

Kali is meant to blow up a wind of fire

While dragons breath and vomit flames

And ascending on a blind white steed

armed with sharp sword

Kalki Avatara will rush against the Earth Sphere

And the Bad Ones are meant to rush to the bowels of the Earth

And the Earth, is meant to be dust

Kali-ma, please accept the blood feast

In Meru-ma, Shakti lives eternally

Be affraid of the clouds and the stars

Demons there, Inside Vedes, Sat Ajarn