Ramayana part vi - he who makes the universe scream

Behold the plains of Lanka!
Here stands the army of ape and man.
They crossed the surging ocean,
on a bridge of hurled stone.
The demons hold the highlands,
among the island cliffs and caves,
but Death is waiting, too -
over dread Ravana's throne...

And there - my foul children,
the army of the demon waits...
See it spreading out - across the fields,
like a plague upon this hallowed land...

I am He - I am He that knows you...
I am He - I am He that calls you...

I hold the force of nature...
And I drink the darkness -
from between the stars!
The turning of the season -
is the closing of my hands!

I am He - I am He that knows you...
I am He - I am He that calls you...

Arise! Arise my simian warriors!

They rise again to fight,
the dead that walk the battlefield.
With blood upon their armour,
they take up fallen sword and shield.

And mighty, black Ravana,
still strong, untouched - within his tower,
screams his unmatched challenge,
and laughs amid the smoke and strife.
No blade can mark or wound him,
his flesh will not avail the sword.
By sacred law of Krishna, he bears
the charm of a now deathless life...

I am He - you cannot hurt me!
I am He - I live forever!

And it was, in that moment
that Rama did take up Saranga
and let fly Vishnu's judgement -
with one last arrow...

"What is this? What is this?
Can a man strike down a god?
I bleed... I'm bleeding!
Is this the gift of dharma?
His arrow hath slain me!
The Universe - is lost..."