With delight, that's not noble
Aided by the betrayed humanity
The conspirators beam
Took the Bengal, by Treachery
Must be the son of fiend
The march towards Plassey
In every doable way
The end of the last independent
The needs to imprison Bengal alive,
They drooled like serpents
The patio of Bastard sons, the vessels of death
Rise against slavery, Rise against blasphemy
Rise against faggotry, The backstabbers
He won it by promoting treason and forgery
British rule in India had an unsavory beginning
A great prince was dependent, on my pleasure
An opulent city lay at my mercy
He won it by promoting treason and forgery
British rule in India had an unsavory beginning
Its richest bankers, bid against each other for my smiles
I walked through vaults which were thrown open
Piled on either hand with gold and jewels
He won it by promoting treason and forgery
With delight, that's not noble
Aided by the betrayed humanity
The conspirators beam
Took the Bengal, by Treachery
Must be the son of fiend
Rise against slavery, Rise against blasphemy
Rise against faggotry, The backstabbers