Will end your tyranny
I read the commitments, strange alliance
Ami bidrohi, I the rebel warrior
Check my anger, it's real, ain't no token
I will only rest when the cries of the oppressed
You'll be praying for forgiveness
I have risen alone with my head held high
I'm here to teach you a lesson
I'm here to torture your soul
No longer reach the sky
Check my anger, it's real, ain't no token
The doum, the doum of the dhol taking its toll
The siren and the flute in unison
No longer rings in battle, hear my war cry
Mental compartments in political prisons
Hand to hand fighting, building up a resistance
I'm telling you know how a new age is dawning
Null and void is what you've become
The fire in my eyes, if looks coulda kill
Ami bidrohi, I the rebel warrior
Yes, the unity of the Hindu and the Muslim
I will only rest when the cries of the oppressed
Ami bidrohi, ami bidrohi
Seen all the evidence, no longer need a witness
I won't be satisfied until I've had my fill
No longer rings in battle, hear my war cry
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
Null and void is what you've become
So listen to my message and heed my warning
I'll be striking you down to the sounds of the war drum
No longer reach the sky
'Gonna prey on your conscience
Repetitive beats beating against your skull
I will only rest when the cries of the oppressed
I'll be satisfied only when your back's been broken
Ami bidrohi, I the rebel warrior
'Cos it's a part of my mission to break down division
No longer rings in battle, hear my war cry
I have risen alone with my head held high
I'll be satisfied only when your back's been broken
No longer reach the sky
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
I'm the itch in your side that's got out of control
No longer rings in battle, hear my war cry
It's my burning ambition to burn down your empire
One hundred thousand years of repentance
I will only rest when the cries of the oppressed
Repetitive beats beating against your skull
Accommodating every color, every need
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
So take my word man, here's my sentence
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
I'll be sowing the seeds of community
No longer reach the sky
An underground army with my brothers and sisters
Man, I'll be building you a funeral pyre
I have risen alone with my head held high
