I remember the years of my misery
A rancour wind wipes away my tears
Who can calm me when my nerves are all on edge?
War mind 'gainst pain's my angry blade

As true as I'm Vikand
Lord of the peace highland
Servant knight of the right, I will protect my land
Invasions teemed before
Now foe lays in his gore
Tomorrow must he a day without a war

I feel myself in me, conquered is my body
But there is no doctor who can solace my soul
Lots of quack remedies, I've lost so much money
Too many years ago I suffer martyrdom

Chorus:
Oh... Oh...
Vikand, Vikand
Your fight must be stronger than pain

Stricken down by disease, I want to regain health
I cannot move, I cannot think, I cannot play
I'd like to kill this, with my hands to extract it
I am fed up with it, I go mad, I feel faint

Chorus.

My moans are egoist, I bear doctors malice
But when you suffer every day the words have no sense
I wait for recovery, dreamt of others destinies
Each morning's for me a hope without dizziness

Chorus:
Oh... Oh...
Vikand, Vikand
Your fight most be stronger than pain
Your fight most be stronger than Vikand

My blade's my resolve, my goodwill is my force
No ill-feeling I am taking my course

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