rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu

sanhaar ki hai ye ghadi,
prahaar ki hai ye ghadi
le khadag aaj nyaan se nikal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu

sasa-mama-gaga-dada-mama-nini-dada-sasa
sasa-mama-gaga-dada-mama-nini-dada-sasa
sasa-nini-papa-mapa-nini-papa-mama-rega
papa-mama-rere-nire-sa
sa-re-ma sa-re-pa ma-pa-ni pa-ni-re ga-re ni-re-sa
hai mantra ek yudh ka
ki maar de ya marr yahan
aur na vikalp hai sadak bandh le sar yahan
ho, saam-daam-dand-bhed
rann mein sab pavitra hai
jeet ke siva yahan kaun kiska mitra hai

dhadd ke sis ko ukhaad
chann mein harr le sabke praan
chalni karde dushmano ki dhaal tu
dhadd ke sis ko ukhaad
chann mein harr le sabke praan
chalni karde dushmano ki dhaal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu

sanhaar ki hai ye ghadi,
prahaar ki hai ye ghadi
le khadag aaj nyaan se nikal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu

bhu-bhuja mein bizliyan
aur pralay sa aankh mein
hastiyan na mil sake
paapiyon ke raakh se
chama, daya se hai mial
kisko nayaay kab yahan?
todd de tu chakravyuh
wadh hi wadh ho aab yahan

bharle tarkaso ke paan
baandh kar dhwani kripaan
paapiyon ke tan se khinch khaal tu
bharle tarkaso ke paan
baandh kar dhwani kripaan
paapiyon ke tan se khinch khaal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu
rann ki hai dahaad, waksh shatruwon ke faad
aaj rakt se dhara ko karde laal tu
sa-re-ma sa-re-pa ma-pa-ni pa-ni-re ga-re ni-re-sa.

Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.
This hour is slaughter, draw your sword,
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.

One mantra echoes in the fight:
Kill or be killed, no other plight.
No choice remains, head for head,
All is sacred, the living and the dead.
Victory alone, the only friend,
Sever heads, life's quick end.
Pierce the shields of the enemy,
Sever heads, life's quick end.
Pierce the shields of the enemy,
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.

Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.
This hour is action, this hour is strike,
Draw your sword from its sheath, arise!
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood,
Let lightning course through your arm,
And in your eyes, a final storm.
May their bones never be found,
Only ashes of the wicked on the ground.

Who has found justice, bound by grace?
Break the enemy's formation, let death embrace.
Fill the quiver with arrows, gird your blade,
Strip the flesh from the wicked, unafraid.
Fill the quiver with arrows, gird your blade,
Strip the flesh from the wicked, unafraid.
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.

Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.
This hour is action, this hour is strike,
Draw your sword from its sheath, arise!
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.
Let the war cry rend the foe's breast,
Today, crimson the earth with blood.