Not the fear
But the nexus to our past
This is what we feel
A bond to the darkest ages
To those simple creatures
That we were once upon a time

Kali is drunk
Devouring meat and laughing
Inside the triple moon’s domain
There is a key to the understanding
Of her dark substance of dharma
Milk flows from East
And water comes from West
Tears flow from South
And blood comes from North