har jajbe me milawat hai partisodh hi pavitra hai
har jajbe me milawat hai partisodh hi pavitra hai
ye aaj ki mahabharat hai yaha sirf raktcharitar hai
mahabharat hai ye aaj ki, mahabharat hai ye aaj ki
rakt sastr rakt sastr rakt sastr rakt charitra
rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt mitar
rakt shatru rakt charitar rakt rakt rakt rakt

na kate hathiyar se na koi sholo se jale
na kate hathiyar se na koi sholo se jale
atma suraj hai jo dhal ke bhi na dhale
mahabharat hai ye aaj ki, mahabharat hai ye aaj ki
rakt sastr rakt sastr rakt sastr rake charitra
rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt mitar
rakt shatru rakt charitar rakt rakt rakt rakt

kya kare jab jindagi do munh ki talwar de
kya kare jab jindagi do munh ki talwar de
ya to khud ko maar le ya kisi aur ko maar de
mahabharat hai ye aaj ki, mahabharat hai ye aaj ki
rakt sastr rakt sastr rakt sastr rake charitra
rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt rakt mitar
rakt shatru rakt charitar rakt rakt rakt rakt

har jajbe me milawat hai partisodh hi pavitra hai
har jajbe me milawat hai partisodh hi pavitra hai
ye aaj ki mahabharat hai yaha sirf raktcharitar hai
jang ye kahti nahi sahi galat kon tha
jang bas dikhlati hai kaun jinda bacha

In every feeling, a taint resides, vengeance alone is sanctified.
In every feeling, a taint resides, vengeance alone is sanctified.
This is the Mahabharata of today, where only blood's tale is implied.
This Mahabharata, this very day, Mahabharata, in a crimson display.
Blood, the weapon, blood, the might, blood, the character, bathed in night.
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, the friend.
Blood, the foe, blood's cold end, blood, blood, blood, blood, descend.

Not by blade, nor by burning flame,
Not by blade, nor by burning flame,
The soul, a sun, though it sets, is the same.
This Mahabharata, this very day, Mahabharata, in a crimson display.
Blood, the weapon, blood, the might, blood, the character, bathed in night.
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, the friend.
Blood, the foe, blood's cold end, blood, blood, blood, blood, descend.

What to do when life's a blade of two faces bright,
What to do when life's a blade of two faces bright,
Kill yourself, or strike another with all your might.
This Mahabharata, this very day, Mahabharata, in a crimson display.
Blood, the weapon, blood, the might, blood, the character, bathed in night.
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, the friend.
Blood, the foe, blood's cold end, blood, blood, blood, blood, descend.

In every feeling, a taint resides, vengeance alone is sanctified.
In every feeling, a taint resides, vengeance alone is sanctified.
This is the Mahabharata of today, where only blood's tale is implied.
This war does not speak of right or wrong,
This war only shows who survives, and lives along.