The Great Havoc: Mahasen

The moment of my start , the destruction of thy art, hearing the songs of theocracy , the songs for saving thee . The intonation of deadly scream , heard across the vast stream , lest none had to stop me , for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty. I heard the words of my master , who plans well for thy disaster , who creates the scenery well as common , serving a wide from the times of Romans . He sends me often here , for punishing the big malevolence , but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear , for thy deep oceans help my tolerance . I wish could I give thee a chance , to see the world with a second glance , nevertheless the order remains order after all , keep waiting for me to hear the next call .