Albeit we are such stone as against which sacred mountains, snow-clad, up rise
Flint heart- must thy kick to the chest, yet, Love Connubial, surprise?
Flint heart- must thy kick to the chest, yet, Love Connubial, surprise?
Mother, thou axe obsidian to thine obedient's slaughter
Mercy skull garland thee, Himavat's daughter
Mercy skull garland thee, Himavat's daughter
sung by the tragic Pannalal Bhattacharya
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