Ruins Of Belief

Endless lava streams, Stars and skies Bare the memories Of ancient traditions forgotten by man! The reason for bloodshed, The reason for wars, The times when sacred Vedas Were brought to our hordes! For two thousand years Our people starved Under the reign Of priests of a new god. O, Shiva! Grant us the sound of thy name, the will to crush poverty, the strength to tear our chains! Arise! Let it be done, Let it be done, Let me be strong To carry on! Let it be done, Let it be done, Grant me with flame To make me live! Let it be done, Let it be done, Tell me a word As to a son! Let it be done, Let it be done, Let it be done! When thy word is heard Memories of elements return to man!