Therez fighting everywhere, swords flying in the air
A brave Singh falls down, looks at the blood on the ground
Closes his eyes as he feels the light close around.
More battling more dying
More blood shed more crying
This time its bullets that are flying and the battle goes on
More Khalsas fall,
Right into his lap,
Guroo Ji holds them and they dont have to look back.
Behold! The new battle
The battle of inner strength
We must think,
Will we waver? Will we drown?
Will we forsake his rehit and give up our crown?
Will we take up the ways of the world, giving up the ways of our Guroo?
Think Singhs and Singhnis and look after this panth,
HIS panth...
-Insane