Kali Ma (Summoning Kali)

Описание: Devotional and terrifying, this track calls on Kali Ma as Black Mother who destroys and cradles at once. Soft‑whispered mantras and heavy ritual beats blend cremation‑ground horror with the tenderness of a goddess who rocks the reborn soul.

Kali Ma… Kali Ma…
Om Krim Kali Ma…
Drums in the dust where the dead fires glow,
Black Mother, come, from the dark below.

Ash on my feet from the lives I’ve burned,
Bones in the sand from the roads I’ve turned.

Tongue like a blade, and your eyes like night,
Necklace of skulls in the funeral light.

They call you terror, but I call you “Ma,”
‘Cause you cut through the lies that kept me in awe.

Every illusion that I clutch and hoard,
You wear on your throat as a broken sword.

Kali Ma, Kali Ma, Black Mother, hear my cry,
Dance on the grave of the self that must die.

Om Krim Kali Ma, cut the rope from my neck,

All of these false names, tear them to shreds.

Kali Ma, Kali Ma, teeth like burning suns,

Drink every fear till the running is done.

Om Krim Kali Ma, in your darkness I’ll fall,
To rise as the one who can answer your call.

You dance on Shiva in the battlefield dust,
Showing that even the gods must trust.

Time in your hands like a garland of days,
Worlds dissolve under the heat of your gaze.

You are the ending that opens the gate,
Mother of terror, of love, and of fate.

I lay down the person they taught me to be,
Step into the fire, “Ma, unmake me.”

Kali Ma, Kali Ma, Black Mother, hear my cry,
Dance on the grave of the self that must die.
Om Krim Kali Ma, cut the rope from my neck,
All of these false names, tear them to shreds.
Kali Ma, Kali Ma, teeth like burning suns,
Drink every fear till the running is done.
Om Krim Kali Ma, in your darkness I’ll fall,
To rise as the one who can answer your call.

(Leader)
Kali Ma, take this guilt I wear.
(Chant)
Om Krim Kali Ma, tear, tear, tear.

(Leader)
Kali Ma, take this hunger for control.
(Chant)
Om Krim Kali Ma, swallow it whole.

(Leader)
Kali Ma, take this fear of your face.
(Chant)
Om Krim Kali Ma, burn it in place.

(Leader)
Leave only truth in the space that remains.
(Chant)
Om Krim Kali Ma, cut all my chains.

Your hands hold weapons, but your heart holds space,
For every lost soul who has run from their face.

You lick the blood of the wars we start,
Then rock the child that’s left in the heart.

If I must crumble in your crimson tide,
Let it be here, at your shadow‑side.

Kali Ma, Mother, when I’m nothing at all,
Lift that nothingness up like a newborn call.

Kali Ma, Kali Ma, Black Mother, hear my cry,
Dance on the grave of the self that must die.
Om Krim Kali Ma, cut the rope from my neck,
All of these false names, tear them to shreds.
Kali Ma, Kali Ma, teeth like burning suns,
Drink every fear till the running is done.
Om Krim Kali Ma, when my small self is gone,
I’ll stand in your darkness and call you as “Ma.”

Kali Ma… Kali Ma…
Om Krim Kali Ma… Om Krim Kali Ma…

Ash on my tongue, starlight in your hair,

Black Mother of endings, hold me there.

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