With delight, that's not noble Aided by the betrayed humanity The conspirators beam Took the Bengal, by Treachery Must be the son of fiend
The march towards Plassey In every doable way The end of the last independent
The needs to imprison Bengal alive, They drooled like serpents The patio of Bastard sons, the vessels of death Rise against slavery, Rise against blasphemy Rise against faggotry, The backstabbers
He won it by promoting treason and forgery British rule in India had an unsavory beginning
A great prince was dependent, on my pleasure An opulent city lay at my mercy He won it by promoting treason and forgery British rule in India had an unsavory beginning
Its richest bankers, bid against each other for my smiles I walked through vaults which were thrown open Piled on either hand with gold and jewels He won it by promoting treason and forgery
With delight, that's not noble Aided by the betrayed humanity The conspirators beam Took the Bengal, by Treachery Must be the son of fiend
Rise against slavery, Rise against blasphemy Rise against faggotry, The backstabbersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
