
Date of issue: 13.06.2011
Song language: English
From Bulwark to Bane |
Let your name echo on |
Off my tongue; |
I fear no timely death |
All mortal suffering I defy |
With faith no saviour ought deny |
I watch the wraiths as they’re gathering |
Preceding Yama, on a buffalo steed; |
He’s bearing down with malevolence |
On me |
Should I relent and lay trust in your goodness |
In descent through the crust in to darkness? |
My Shiva, I’m fading. |
Don’t forsake me, defend |
— spare me this end |
…there is a slightest hinting breeze |
Dare I awake to what s’rounds my vicinity? |
Rising up I find myself embracing sights familiar; |
Still, like homelands left in wake of war |
And what form is this that lies before me now? |
Yama is your name, ol' tyrant infamed; |
Gripping your noose with cadaverous jade hands |
Oh Shiva, you’ve fell death |
Indebting corporeal; |
We who so anxiously drew breath |
But as living laws crumble |
We’ve lost sight of justice |
— perhaps not deities |
But our own mortality |
Instills in us all |
Our morality |
Deathless existence |
Has become the worst |
Fate I’d imagine |
Return mortal curse |