Here I Make My Stand
They did us like they did every other nation in their path
The same way they did they destroyed Africa, the glory of Timbuktu
the Aztecs, Incas,
Same way they did the Jews.
Just like they killed off the Native American,
They Tried to genocide us too.
They put chains around our necks,
Impoverished us, bound us to our now worthless land.
They broke our ladder to freedom and success.
Unknowingly, we continued to break our backs
Feeding them,
Empowering them
Providing them with the very means they used to hold us down.
It's said that a farmer's land is closer to him than his own life.
They KILLED our land, takin our means to life
Massacring our Way of life.
They put chains around our neck.
And believe me, they tried
Tried hard.
To chain down our soul and break our spirit.
They failed
A Khalsa is free.
Always Free
A Khalsa doesn't KNOW how to be chained down
He simply CAN'T be chained down.
He's incompatible with they very concept.
61 years of slavery.
Hah. Slavery
I bow to none
I bow to one.
I am the spawn of AKAL
The deathless one.
With Death at my feet
I dance to the beat
of the battle drum.
Because,
HERE I make my stand.
La Revolucion reborn
Inkalaabi resurrected.
We rise to arms
With bir rass we're infected.
It lay dormant for years,
Yet today it awakens
Breaking the chains off our necks
Breakin the necksof the sorry fools that put them there.
We fight for freedom
And we fight for Truth
Warriors of Truth, we fight for One
Lock 'n' load your gun, I'm from Khalistan son
-Laadli Fauj