Not the fearBut the nexus to our pastThis is what we feelA bond to the darkest agesTo those simple creaturesThat we were once upon a timeKali is drunkDevouring meat and laughingInside the triple moon’s domainThere is a key to the understandingOf her dark substance of dharmaMilk flows from EastAnd water comes from WestTears flow from SouthAnd blood comes from North