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Endless lava streams,

Stars and skies

Bare the memories

Of ancient traditions forgotten by man!

The reason for bloodshed,

The reason for wars,

The times when sacred Vedas

Were brought to our hordes!

For two thousand years

Our people starved

Under the reign

Of priests of a new god.

O, Shiva!

Grant us the sound of thy name,

the will to crush poverty,

the strength to tear our chains!

Arise!

Let it be done,

Let it be done,

Let me be strong

To carry on!

Let it be done,

Let it be done,

Grant me with flame

To make me live!

Let it be done,

Let it be done,

Tell me a word

As to a son!

Let it be done,

Let it be done,

Let it be done!

When thy word is heard

Memories of elements return to man!