With spears on my back I feel behind and lost my way I fell apart on my knees With the sight of Clive's crooked smile. The traitors of Murshidabad The traitors of Murshidabad Yar Latif Khan shall not be the one The bastard merchant Umichand A Rray Durlabh Ram, A Jagat Sheth The malicious fiends, the titular Nawab The last sun of Bengal sets in the horizon The traitors of Murshidabad, Behead 'em all The Bengal hacks off your testicles The patio of Bastard sons, the vessels of death Traitor thee Mir Jafar, accession on the bloody throne The throne of the last independent Nawab Thou the titular Nawab, Heaven-born-general, Thy lord Clive, I, Jafar, bow to you Great One Mir Jafar, Captured Siraj in Murshidabad Let the defeated Nawab brought down on to his knees Let my bastard behead him in the name of Lord Clive Let Ghaseti Begum be drowned in the deepest Bhagirathi Let the dance begin… Nacho nacho amar Bayeji ra Ange ange dola dao Nupur er jholkani te Aj matowara Murshidabad