The sect of thugs was Kali servant They were ordered to destroy All that Vishnu created
Vishnu the God of creation was crafty From all drop of extinguished blood He created new lives again and again
Thereupon Kali gave an order to her servants: "You must kill Vishnu's men without bloodshed"
The thugs were used the twisted kerchief To kill their selected enemies
Troops of thugs traced their victims They committed murder just in secret
After the rites of sacrifice The thugs buried their enemies By holy pick-axes Which were given to the loop-throwers By the priest of Kali
Thuggery, nooses on the necks Kerchiefs saturated with oil No escape from this murder sect They were the Phansigars of India
Suffocating thugs Killed in the name of Kali Buried thousands of bodies By their holy tools
Thugs killed without fear They were violent and dangerous Strangers and Vishnu's men They killed without sense
Thugs the masters of suffocation Thugs the servants of devastation
The thugs put one's head in the noose Loop of rope with a slipknot That becomes tighter When the rope is pulled
The members of this sect Were neat people In everyday life
Thugs sworn the oath to the priest of Kali They kept a secret through generations But there were traitors And the sect of thugs was liquidated
Kali the Goddess of devastation Had a strong sect There was like a war Between good and evilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
