"Retire ye hence to the depths of the Ocean
To the peace of the primeval forest
Betwixt you and me
Division was made by Adam
Reveal me all the hidden mysteries...
Born of the beauty
In the land of Siam
Grown to be the woman
Lusted by many
Wedded by a warrior
Born of the brave
Left to fight in battles
For far too long
Sinister eyes of jealousy
Poisonous whisper started to spread
The ultimate betrayal
From the villager's chief
The son of the Nobel
Curse ye you filthy rumours
Left to fend on her own, accused by the people
The innocent is betrayed, the evil sinks in
On this Island of beauty, a curse of belief
Ye shall be consumed by the curse
At sea ye shall get no drink
Ashore ye shall get no food
But gape (in vain) about the world
Let this be a sign
For the seven generations
I am Mahsuri
My blood is white
Purify my soul
For the curse that befalls you
To the seventh generations
This land will rot for the living
Born of the beauty
In the land of Siam
Grown to be the woman
Lusted by many
The island of the cursed, the immoral of the vice
The innocence and the wrath, the atonement of mankind
A cautionary tale, the disease of the land
Mahsuri will breathed, in the hearts of mankind