Shiva's Mercy

Here below the palace dwell,

Children slaves out of sight.

Cut off from the sun of day,

And moon and stars of night.

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Under the yoke of the Thuggee,

Perverting Kali's ways.

Mining for stones, wielding fire and blood,

Built on the backs of their slaves.

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Cut off from the surface, their homes,

The children can't hear Shiva's voice.

Their lungs are burning, their bones are aching,

While their eyes are becoming moist.

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But Shiva has mercy, preserves and conceals,

And revealed their saviour be.

Some call him Junior some call him Jones,

But Shiva calls him Indy.