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Enter the cosmic nightmare

Nataraja, no one shall escape

Tandava, pure and violent

Thrust the lingam

Straight into the Earth

Phallic might

To crush the weary, diseased and decayed

Smash the temples to pieces

Tear them to the fucking ground

Rotten to the core, ignorant and black

Engraved mace crush priests skulls

They are nothing but worthless now

Death dance, laughter and mockery

Marching onwards

In and out of the cosmos

With cobra draped around neck

Soaked in the blood of weak warriors