Nawab of the throne of Bengal Martyr of the last sunrise Great One, Hoard Us Listen to our grievance (They) assemble under the sanctuary of Fort Williams Slaughter the trade rights The cursed horse of sons of bitches
They defiled our monuments and graves Their greed of treasure Narayan Singh, dismissed by the gov-fuck-er-nor Roger Drake Will fall to his knees dead O Siraj
(They) blacken the sun with fierce winds The fake shroud they took The trust they embittered In sanguinary…
O Nawab, they are compelled to obey you They poured the hatred onto us They took our existence, They took our delight They ruined our heroes and sent under the ground!
Gash his throat, splatter his blood Surround the factory of Kashimbazar March upon Calcutta The Credence of Fort Williams The conquerors are beneath his feet Gash their throats with weapons of rusted iron A Robert Clive, flies from Fort St. George Pollutes the minarets of the mosque
Manifesto of War, compelled by the conquerors The signing of the Alinagar treaty The Bengal Regiment Each standing in a niche in the battle ground
How glorious it would be for the Firingi... To have a Nawab devoted to them!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
