jeena hain toh darna hain zaroori
marna hain toh jeena hain zaroori
jeena hain toh darna hain zaroori
marna hain toh jeena hain zaroori
darr darr ke jo nahi jiya
marr marr ke bhi nahi mara
darr darr ke jo nahi jiya
marr marr ke bhi nahi mara
sabke hosh udaayega jaane kya kar jaayega
sabke hosh udaayega jaane kya kar jaayega
dabe paanv chupke se aaya aaya aaya
bhoo

jisko bhi jeena hain woh marne ko taiyar ho jaaye
jo kuch bhi kal hona hain woh aaj ho jaaye
haa chehre per chehra lekar aata hain woh zaalim
kitne bhi uddgaayenge bolo hum na honge kam
kitne rang badal ke aaya aaya aaya aaya aaya
bhoo, bhoo

tu na akele jab chaaye kaali raat mat jana
tab jaane kaun aaye sabse hai tu anjana
shaitano ke jaal mein fas jaayega ek baar
dum hain tere haatho mein ho jaayega paar
haule se aake gurraya raya raya raya raya
bhoo, bhoo

jeena hain toh darna hain zaroori
marna hain toh jeena hain zaroori
darr darr ke jo nahi jiya
marr marr ke bhi nahi mara
darr darr ke jo nahi jiya
marr marr ke bhi nahi mara
sabke hosh udaayega jaane kya kar jaayega
sabke hosh udaayega jaane kya kar jaayega
dabe paanv chupke se aaya aaya aaya aaya
bhoo

To truly live, fear must ignite,
To truly die, life's flame must light.
To truly live, fear must ignite,
To truly die, life's flame must light.
He who, fearing, never truly lived,
In dying, never truly grieved.
He who, fearing, never truly lived,
In dying, never truly grieved.
It will seize all, what havoc it will wreak,
It will seize all, what secrets it will speak.
Softly it crept, silently it came, came, came,
The Ghost.

He who would live, must embrace the grave,
Let what is meant to be, this day be brave.
With masks upon a mask, the tyrant appears,
Though we are tested, our spirit conquers fears.
Through changing hues, it came, came, came, came,
The Ghost, the Ghost.

When the dark night descends, do not walk alone,
For who may come then, is utterly unknown.
In the devil's snare, you'll be snared and bound,
Yet strength is within you, to be unbound.
It growled so softly, ra-a-a-a-a,
The Ghost, the Ghost.

To truly live, fear must ignite,
To truly die, life's flame must light.
To truly live, fear must ignite,
To truly die, life's flame must light.
He who, fearing, never truly lived,
In dying, never truly grieved.
It will seize all, what havoc it will wreak,
It will seize all, what secrets it will speak.
Softly it crept, silently it came, came, came,
The Ghost.