shikandar ko kisane haraya hain
shikandar ko kaun harayega
jab jab shikandar aayega
waqt ka sar jhuk jaayega
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
int ka main dunga paththar se jawaab
khud likhunga zindagi aur maut ki kitaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab

sab kuch jisane mera chhina
na mumkin hain usaka jeena
sab kuch jisane mera chhina
na mumkin hain usaka jeena
khaak ho jaayege dushman hamare
dil mein jalaye rakhana tu angaare
maut ke ghaat utaar ke legaa dam dilebetaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab

fauladi hian mere iraadein
kismein dam hain mujhko mittade
fauladi hian mere iraadein
kismein dam hain mujhko mittade
jo tere hum hain woh mere bhi hum hain
tu nahi tanha tere sang hum hain
doob ke phir nikalta hain aaftaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
int ka main dunga paththar se jawaab
khud likhunga zindagi aur maut ki kitaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab
ek ek zakham ka lunga main heesaab

Who vanquished Alexander's reign?
Who will conquer him again?
Whenever Alexander appears,
Time itself bows down in fears.
For every wound, I'll have my due,
For every wound, my reckoning is true.
To pleas, I'll cast a stone's reply,
My life, my death, in ink I'll write, nearby.
For every wound, I'll have my due,
For every wound, my reckoning is true.

The one who stole my all,
Shall never rise, shall surely fall.
The one who stole my all,
Shall never rise, shall surely fall.
Our foes will crumble into dust,
In hearts, let embers fiercely thrust.
Into death's ambush, courage will leap,
For every wound, my vengeance deep.
For every wound, my reckoning is true.

My will, a heart of tempered steel,
Who dares to shatter, to make me kneel?
My will, a heart of tempered steel,
Who dares to shatter, to make me kneel?
Those who stand by you, stand with me,
You're not alone, we'll set you free.
The sun will rise though it may sleep,
For every wound, my vengeance deep.
For every wound, my reckoning is true.
To stones, I'll fling a brick's retort,
My life, my death, in ink I'll court.
For every wound, I'll have my due,
For every wound, my reckoning is true.