Beneath the wheel of iron, Beneath the dying sun, The sacred flame lies buried Where the age of shadows comes. The temples have fallen silent, The kings have forgotten the throne— Yet beneath the ashes burning, The ancient fire is known. The Golden Age is distant, Its memory veiled in dust, The law of heaven shattered, The world consumed by lust. The multitude worships shadows, And crowns the hollow man, While time devours the sacred And laughs at what once began. But deep within the darkness, Where no profane eye sees, A solitary flame awakens Beyond the chains of destiny. No god will descend To carry us from the night. The gate must be opened By the one who has conquered the self. KALI YUGA! The Wheel is turning again! KALI YUGA! The Kingdom is buried within! Through the iron night, Through the ashes of time, I shall stand beyond the ruin— Unbroken, divine. The age of the wolf is upon us, The sacred becomes profane, The spirit is chained to matter, The eternal forgotten again. But I will not kneel to the darkness, Nor curse the law of the wheel. For beyond the masks of existence The hidden reality is revealed. The world may descend into chaos, The old order crumble to dust— Yet he who possesses himself Shall remain beyond its corruption. KALI YUGA! The Wheel is turning again! KALI YUGA! The Kingdom is buried within! Through the iron night, Through the ashes of time, I shall stand beyond the ruin— Unbroken, divine. KALI YUGA! Let the final darkness descend! KALI YUGA! The cycle approaches its end! When the temples are dust, When the old world is gone, The fire that sleeps within the initiate Shall awaken with the dawn.
