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 savior 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 surrounds 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