Mazahare

And from the ashes she has born again
Pure and blessed with fire
The sacred light from her blazing hand
Grace the cinders of the pyre
Devoid of chain of common men
Wide open and free from desire

O MEN WHO ARE ABANDONED AND READY TO DIE
STAND TOWARDS THE HEAVEN AND SEE THROUGH YOUR EYES

THE PILLARS SMOKES ARISE TO THE SKY
AND WITH THE ASHES WE SHALL MARCH AGAIN
RAGED AND TAINTED WITH FIRE

THE GLEAMING LIGHT FROM THESE BURNING SAND

GRACED OUR RAGGED ATTIRE
CARRY THE CHAINS OF COMMON MEN
BURDENED AND BLEED WITH DESIRE

COME AND FIND ME
MY BELIEVERS
SPREAD THE ASHES TO THE RIVERS
NEITHER HOLY
NOR DEFILED
WEAR THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD
WALK BEHIND ME
MY BELIEVERS
THEY SHALL TREMBLE AND SHIVER