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SEVERE DEMENTIA LYRICS
"Epitaph of Plassey" (2007 EP)
1. Entombment of the Traitor
2. Credence of Fort William
3. The Bengal Regiment
4. Howls of Murshidabad
5. Strangled by Treason and Forgery
1. Entombment of the Traitor
Withdraw!!
Burn the traitor alive in chains and flames
Alliance with the Firingi fags
Beneath of Hutama
Fucking Gore him
Shudder the nameless
Settle with swords
The affiars of the alliance
Violence, the answer
In the valley of Plassey
Mir Madan dare not to the storm
Firingi Bastards,
Commodor, the motherfucker
Beneath of Hutama
Fucking Gore him
Shudder the nameless
2. Credence of Fort William
Nawab of the throne of Bengal
Martyr of the last sunrise
Great One, Hoard Us
Listen to our grievance
(They) assemble under the sanctuary of Fort Williams
Slaughter the trade rights
The cursed horse of sons of bitches
They defiled our monuments and graves
Their greed of treasure
Narayan Singh, dismissed by the gov-fuck-er-nor
Roger Drake Will fall to his knees dead
O Siraj
(They) blacken the sun with fierce winds
The fake shroud they took
The trust they embittered
In sanguinary…
O Nawab, they are compelled to obey you
They poured the hatred onto us
They took our existence, They took our delight
They ruined our heroes and sent under the ground!
Gash his throat, splatter his blood
Surround the factory of Kashimbazar
March upon Calcutta
The Credence of Fort Williams
The conquerors are beneath his feet
Gash their throats with weapons of rusted iron
A Robert Clive, flies from Fort St. George
Pollutes the minarets of the mosque
Manifesto of War, compelled by the conquerors
The signing of the Alinagar treaty
The Bengal Regiment
Each standing in a niche in the battle ground
How glorious it would be for the Firingi...
To have a Nawab devoted to them!
3. The Bengal Regiment
Slay them in the name of Bengal
Slay them in the name of Loyalty
Slay them in the name of Purity
Slay them in the name of Bengal
What sayest thou o Siraj?
Shall you provide thou justice thou reign?
Shall thou spare them who commit us to the flames?
The arsenal
May their flags thaw in the Bengal cannonade
May their ashes be scattered all around Plassey
May Monsieur Sinfray grind their bones
O Man of the Artillery
Open the onslaught against the Firingi
I witness the aloofness of the Bishash Ghatok Mir Jafar
Thou hath stood at a distance
Thy summoning the embittered Jafar
Retort you dare not
Let there be chains on thou arms
Let there be shackles on thou neck
Let there be chains on thou arms
Bishash Ghatok Jaf-fuck-ar Ali Khan
In the heat of the work of carnage,
Whilst victory and triumph were
Visible on the side of the Bengal regiment…
Valiant Mir Madan fell on
A vindictive cannon grasps thy right hand
Thy men, let the corpse of the martyr be carried into the tents
I march ahead and slit their throats
Throats of those who dreamt of enslaving my Bengal
Marching gallantly, gushing recklessly
The blood of infested Firingi fags
Thou hath stood at a distance
Thy summoning the embittered Jafar
Thou hath stood at a distance
Thy summoning, Madar Chod Jafar
Slay them in the name of …
I march ahead blindfolded
Slashing them wide open
Suddenly heavens laughed upon me
They jammed my mortars
4. Howls of Murshidabad
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
Nacho nacho amar Bayeji ra
Ange ange dola dao
Nupur er jholkani te
Aj matowara Murshidabad
5. Strangled by 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
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
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