tum o julmi saudagar
aaj hum bhi tere dar par
tere ghungharu ki cham cham pe nachenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
sun o julmi saudagar
aaj hum bhi tere dar par
tere ghungharu ki cham cham pe nachenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge

tere pade hai hamse pale hum hai julm se ladne vale
aaj tera insaf karenge hum na tujhko maf karenge
ji le char ghadi diwane o diwane tu na jane
mout ka paigam laye hai kuch kar ke jayenge
ya mar ke jayenge kuch kar ke jayenge
ya mar ke jayenge aaj hum bhi tere dar par
tere ghungharu ki cham cham pe nachenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge

kahati hai ghungharu ki cham cham
nachenge hum jab tak hai dam
pairo ke ghungharu todenge aaj na
tujhko hum chodenge tera hum vo haal karenge
na jine denge na marne denge jakhm
tujhse hamne bahut khaye hai
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
sun o julmi saudagar
aaj hum bhi tere dar par
tere ghungharu ki cham cham pe nachenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge
kuch kar ke jayenge ya mar ke jayenge

Oh, tyrant merchant, hear my plea,
Before your gates, now, here are we.
To your bells' chime, we'll offer grace,
We'll leave our mark, or meet our place.
We'll leave our mark, or meet our place.

Hear now, you tyrant, cruel and cold,
Before your courts, our story told.
To your bells' dance, we'll sway and bend,
We'll leave our mark, or meet our end.
We'll leave our mark, or meet our end.

Your cold decrees, our bitter plight,
We rise to fight with all our might.
We'll judge your justice, raw and bare,
No pardon offered, we declare.
Live then, mad fool, your fleeting hour,
Of death's decree, you'll feel the power.
We bring the dawn, where shadows sleep,
We'll leave our mark, or depths we'll keep.
We'll leave our mark, or depths we'll keep.
Before your gates, now, here are we,
To your bells' chime, we'll offer glee,
We'll leave our mark, or meet our end,
We'll leave our mark, or meet our end.

The bells now sing, their silver sound,
We'll dance until our feet are bound.
We'll break these chains, that bind us fast,
No mercy shown, your die is cast.
We'll make your fate a living hell,
No peace you'll know, no tale to tell.
We've tasted wounds, and felt the sting,
We'll leave our mark, or dying sing.
We'll leave our mark, or dying sing.
Hear now, you tyrant, cold and dread,
Before your gates, our words are said.
To your bells' chime, we'll find our art,
We'll leave our mark, or break apart.
We'll leave our mark, or break apart.
We'll leave our mark, or break apart.
We'll leave our mark, or break apart.