kaisi lut machi duniya me
julmat ka rang gahra hai
chand sitare girvi hai
aur aaftab pe pahra hai

uparwale uparwale
uparwale julm ki sima tu bhi dekh jara
ab atyachari payenge maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza
uparwale uparwale uparwale
uparwale julm ki sima tu bhi dekh jara
ab atyachari payenge maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza
uparwale uparwale uparwale

yaha to jiski hasti hai
ye basti uski basti hai
yaha pe jivan mahanga hai
aur maut yaha pe sasti hai
maut yaha pe sasti hai
paap kare par phir bhi papi
maaf kar diya jata hai
maange jo insaaf yaha
saaf kar diya jata hai
saaf kar diya jata hai
rishwat dekar
rishwat dekar apradho ko
khai paat li jati hai
jo virodh karta hai uski
jibh kaat le jati hai
jibh kaat le jati hai
chalti firti
chalti firti lashe dikhi jivan nahi dikha
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
uparwale uparwale uparwale
uparwale julm ki sima tu bhi dekh jara
ab atyachari payenge maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza
uparwale uparwale uparwale

shaitano ka jamghat hai
is desh me ab insaan nahi
ye koi aur desh lagta hai
apna hindustan nahi
apna hindustan nahi
jane kab wo din hoga jab
soyi janta jagegi
ab apne adhikaro ko ye
murda basti maangegi
murda basti maangegi

lakwa maar gaya hai
lakwa maar gaya hai
inko apni hi pahchan nahi
ye mutthi bhar gunde hi to
pura hindustan nahi
pura hindustan nahi
gunge bahro
gunge bahro kabhi to sunlo
waqt ki sada
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
uparwale uparwale uparwale
uparwale julm ki sima tu bhi dekh jara
ab atyachari payenge maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza
uparwale uparwale uparwale

aurat hasti nahi chiz hai
mil ke baant li jati hai
in safed posho ke ghar se
khun ki badbu aati hai
khun ki badbu aati hai
rakshak hi bhshak ban baithe
badal chalan hai duniya ka
police officer, nata milkar
dekho daal rahe daka
shasan bana prakopi inki
anachar inka ghata
maila kar de maa ka aanchal
dhram nit ke nirmata

rajniti to vaishya ho gayi
bhrastachar badha
ab atyachari payenge maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza, maut ki saza
maut ki saza

What plunder stalks this weary world,
Where darkness bleeds, a somber hue?
The moon and stars, in pawn they lie,
And guards encircle the sun anew.

O, Above, Above, Above,
Behold the brutal edge of pain,
When will the tyrants meet their fate?
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death.
O, Above, Above, Above,
Behold the brutal edge of pain,
When will the tyrants meet their fate?
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death.
O, Above, Above, Above.

Here, whose dominion holds its sway,
This is the very heart of their domain.
Life's precious worth, a burden here,
While death itself, a cheap refrain.
Death, a cheap refrain.
Sinners thrive, yet pardoned they remain,
While those who seek justice are erased.
The bribe, a serpent, clears the stain,
And silences the voices raised.
Silences the voices raised.
A price is paid,
For the crimes they make,
And the chasm is closed.
The one who protests is punished
Their tongues are forever silenced.
Their tongues are forever silenced.
Walking, living
Walking corpses, life unseen.
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death, again and again.
O, Above, Above, Above,
Behold the brutal edge of pain,
When will the tyrants meet their fate?
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death.
O, Above, Above, Above.

A gathering of demons now,
This land no longer knows its kin.
It seems another land entirely,
No longer the heart of Hindustan within.
No longer the heart of Hindustan within.
When will that day arrive, at last,
When the slumbering masses wake?
When will these dead, demand at last,
The rights they must retake?
The rights they must retake?

Paralyzed they seem to be,
Paralyzed they seem to be.
They know not even who they are.
These few thugs and goons alone,
Are not all of Hindustan by far.
Are not all of Hindustan by far.
Deaf and dumb,
Deaf and dumb, listen now,
The voice of time, it calls aloud,
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death, again and again.
O, Above, Above, Above,
Behold the brutal edge of pain,
When will the tyrants meet their fate?
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death.
O, Above, Above, Above.

A woman, not a life, a thing,
Shared and divided, torn apart.
From homes of those in purest white,
The stench of blood pervades the heart.
The stench of blood pervades the heart.
The protectors, now devourers,
The world’s ways, a twisted game.
Police and leaders, joined as one,
To steal, to plunder, all the same.
The ruling powers, now wrathful,
Their tyranny, their endless shame.
They stain the mother's sacred veil,
Those who shape the laws of faith and flame.

Politics, a harlot now,
Corruption's grip, it will not cease.
When will the tyrants meet their fate?
The sentence of death, again and again,
The sentence of death.