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ShivaWaiting for the day to sinkThe sun to fall beneath the brink Of horizons, with chains to link them To the Earth Then he wakes and makes His stand Broken cross in His right hand And written on a gold head-band The sacraments of death Shiva Shiva Shiva, march on Riding with the dogs of wind Across a battlefield of sin With accusation delivered in A final ice stare His chariot of steel is drawn By silver horses of the dawn Fiery nostrils, eyes of scorn Hidden in their blinding glare Shiva Shiva Shiva, march on Not only in our waking hours The river ride the rapids down To where the sea, with gluttony Divides the waters and drowns And so it is with all our lives We can never escape Him And in the end we all must answer To Shiva the destroyer Shiva Shiva Shiva, march on |