Trishula کے بول

Therein lies the irony Succumbing to demise Of my orthodox entity Dwelleth in trance Depicting motions in tranquility Falling, falling into despondency Sarv! Destroyer of ignorance Fathom his supremacy Ravenous hunger for blood Slay the blind Their dogmas, their lies Unveil, thy mind enslaved No more Thorn 'neath the temple The sound of silence distinct As the end draws near With joined palms, i bestow My reverence to thee Abhorrent hymn if the trident's thrust I seek "om shivam, mukti devam sarvanasham trishula Om shivam, vinashaya sarva trilokama" Redeem redemption Discharged off existence Pierced to oblivion Emblem, beyond the petty Perception "om shivam, mukti devam sarvanasham trishula"