The battle inside

The frenzied dragons claws pounding

The Pacific burns

And Bhisma lying on a bed of arrows

But the Pacific burns.

The Kurukshetra is buried inside

If buried inside why the dragon jumps

Every night pounding it's claws

Tearing apart the pacific

Oh! Gandhari Oh! Gandhari

But Bhisma lies on a bed of arrows

Buried again

Buried again

But Kurukshetra the battle field again

What happened it was buried ?

The dark night is luscious lovely

The burst tympanic membrane

Makes strange lullaby

Are you Gandhari

Then how the benevolent dragon

Tore apart the Pacific

How the eternal love hides beneath dark clouds

Oh! Bhisma lies on a bed of arrows.