Chorus: We give you to the raging fires, of Shiva Om Shiva
I cry to you
I cry to you
I cry to you Om Shiva
I give my love
I give my hate
I give my life to Shiva Om Shiva
As incense blows over the fields of the dead
I consecrate my lives of old
I raise my cup and drink the blood
Of you my lover Shiva Om Shiva
I bear the aching pangs of death
The scalding pangs of hunger
My joy lies in the suffering I bear for Shiva Om Shiva
Come Shiva ravage my soul
Destroy my desires, my needs, my life
I cry unto you from the depths of blackest night Om Shiva
Hear my wails as they issue from the grave
From the caverns of despair
From the blackest pits
From the corpse whose blood will nourish the universe
which is created and destroyed
in the vast gaping emptiness of Shiva Om Shiva
Across the windy planes of death
Of wraiths and specters screaming for the dead
Of men whose souls have gone to their deaths
Screaming for the joy of knowing the wrath of Shiva Om Shiva
More than the joy
Of tasting food or water
I cry for the void of Shiva Om Shiva
I cry not for the love
Of man nor demon
I crave the love of Shiva Om Shiva
I give the fruits
Of all my acts
To those who worship Shiva Om Shiva
I cry for you
I cry from you
You call from me Om Shiva