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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