TANDAVA
Tandava
Is the dance of war
Where the eyes are blazing
With a blinded lust
Consuming the ego
Restless to the core
Ignorance is bliss
Marching toward the toll
From dust until dawn
Battlefield, or renouncing
You still follow
To be born or fade
The thread is weaved
You will follow
Battalion of Souls
Swallowed by your mouth of war
Them, fragments of your crown
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