khaul khaul ke sine me bahta hai
jo lava ban ke wo rakt hai shashakt hai
trahi trahi jisne machayi kahta itihas
gawah ban ke wo rakt hai sarwaqt hai
paap punya ki kya paribhasha
krodh jane pratishodh ki bhasha
aaj ke bharat ki mahabharat me duba kurukshetr hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai
rakt charitra hai

lath path kar de ranbhumi ko ye talwar ki tej se
kahi sir chadta rajtilak, kahi jalti mrityu sej pe
kahi kurbani kahi balidani, dekar maya mukt hai
sadiya biti yug yug bite, na badla wo rakt hai
na badla wo rakt hai, ek hi rag rag rag me behta
fir bhi bhed bhav hai sehta, chhuda hai isse har ek rishta
yahi shatru yahi mitar hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai

badle ki aahuti me, gir ke rakt ki bhabhuti
banke agni jal utthi, swaha
hai akhand hai prachand banke jab ye mrityudand
girta rakt kund me hai, swaha
badle ki aahuti me, gir ke rakt ki bhabhuti
banke agni jal utthi, swaha
hai akhand hai prachand banke jab ye mrityudand
girta rakt kund me hai, swaha
pran me hai rakt charitra, jan me hai rakt charitra
sankhya me hai rakt charitra, nash me hai rakt charitra
lok me hai rakt charitra, bhog me hai rakt charitra
iske bina to kuch bhi na pavitr hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai
rakt charitra hai, rakt charitra hai

Within the chest, a churning, primal force,
A molten lava, blood's volcanic course.
History's witness, screams of "Woe!" it cried,
A constant truth, where all the red reside.

What measure holds of sin, or virtue's gleam?
Wrath knows revenge, the heart's unyielding theme.
Today's Bharat, a Kurukshetra's plight,
Drowned in the epic, bathed in crimson light.
A blood-soaked saga, echoing through time,
A blood-soaked saga, of the human climb.

The battlefield stained, by the sword's swift dance,
Where crowns are raised, and death claims its expanse.
Sacrifice offered, or freedom sought,
Through ages past, the crimson torrent fought.
Unchanged, it flows, in every vein's embrace,
Bearing the weight of prejudice and space.
It severs ties, a foe, a friend, the same,
A blood-soaked saga, whispering its name.

In vengeance's pyre, falling, ash to dust,
Ignited flames, in burning, fiery gust.
Unbroken, fierce, a judgment to impart,
Into the blood pool, shattering the heart.
In vengeance's pyre, falling, ash to dust,
Ignited flames, in burning, fiery gust.
Unbroken, fierce, a judgment to impart,
Into the blood pool, shattering the heart.

In life's essence, a blood-soaked decree,
In knowledge's depth, what blood can be.
In numbers found, a crimson decree,
In ruin's echo, what blood can be.
In public view, a blood-soaked decree,
In pleasures sought, what blood can be.
Without its presence, nothing sacred found,
A blood-soaked saga, all around.
A blood-soaked saga, forever bound.