As the flies and the wilds    gathered around Tens Horns    The beasts from all directions    Fell the call of their master    The winds are changing    The sun is staying upon    The stars are ever glowing    The timehad come you will see...       Rising up the mountains,    Churning all the oceans       There is nowhere to hide    The unleashed poor think they can    Escape but there is only one way    In fact which leads towards    the wide opened fangs    Made of infernal flames    See the floating of the millions of creatures    Towards their reconciled destiny    And blasting all the hopes       See what is the reality in itself:    Everything is already dead!       The ecstatic trance-dance of Mahakala    Burning down the worlds    Leading by the anger against all    That belongs to God       Now its time for to the world    To see a man with opened eyes    Now its time to realize    We tell ourselves the best of lies    Now its time to see the fact    We all are the unity    Now its time for us    To deliberate our aim