Kali's Hunger Lyrics

Sin destroyer, Ananta
Crowned with the moon diadem

Embellished with the anadem of skulls
Wandering in the blooming woods
And we are just patterns
Of your darksome hand
Encircled with the funeral fires
And howling she-jackals

Kali liberates and enters inside
With the serene washing of waves
They are fifty sharp
There is nothing but you