We've cut you down like grass
Don't you remember the past wars.
You're a ragtag bunch of cut-throats and mercenaries
Do you think you stand a chance against our NSG elites.
We've beheaded the Ravana
He dared cross the Lakshman Rekha.
Line of Control is the new Lakshman Rekha
You're the modern-day Lankeshwar.
Quit the proxy war in Kashmir
Or face the wrath of our one million plus strong -- men and women in uniform.
Ours is a land of martyrs
A land soaked with our blood.
We've robust, strong and unwavering hands
Unflinching, bloodthirsty and ready to unsheathe swords.
We're fire walkers and daredevil warriors
Bombs and bullets are playthings, sparklers and firecrackers.
We're the new Abhimanyus
We know how to break free from the Chakravyuha.
The white tigers and the king cobras are playmates of our kids
Die-hardism and courage are in our blood.
We don't know what retreat is
We fight tenaciously to the last breath.
We wear shroud on our heads proudly like a turban
Like Prahalad we walk joyously on a pyre.
We're peerless and undefeatable warriors like Arjuna
We're death-defying and dreaded soldiers.
Our war cry is so bloodcurdling and gut-wrenching
It makes even the most defiant of you ashen-faced.
And, you trample each other to death
We've heard innumerous stories of such stampedes.
Don't you remember the past wars.
You're a ragtag bunch of cut-throats and mercenaries
Do you think you stand a chance against our NSG elites.
We've beheaded the Ravana
He dared cross the Lakshman Rekha.
Line of Control is the new Lakshman Rekha
You're the modern-day Lankeshwar.
Quit the proxy war in Kashmir
Or face the wrath of our one million plus strong -- men and women in uniform.
Ours is a land of martyrs
A land soaked with our blood.
We've robust, strong and unwavering hands
Unflinching, bloodthirsty and ready to unsheathe swords.
We're fire walkers and daredevil warriors
Bombs and bullets are playthings, sparklers and firecrackers.
We're the new Abhimanyus
We know how to break free from the Chakravyuha.
The white tigers and the king cobras are playmates of our kids
Die-hardism and courage are in our blood.
We don't know what retreat is
We fight tenaciously to the last breath.
We wear shroud on our heads proudly like a turban
Like Prahalad we walk joyously on a pyre.
We're peerless and undefeatable warriors like Arjuna
We're death-defying and dreaded soldiers.
Our war cry is so bloodcurdling and gut-wrenching
It makes even the most defiant of you ashen-faced.
And, you trample each other to death
We've heard innumerous stories of such stampedes.
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