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IN
THE HEART OF A LION
by
Livtar Singh Khalsa
In
the heart of a lion, there is no fear of dyin'.
In the heat of battle, the Spirit of Life burns like a flame.
In the depths of the darkness, in the worse betrayal and pain,
The fearless Khalsa
heart will beat to the rhythm of the Name.
We've
never started a war before, but we have finished many.
We see the One in everyone. Whom should we fear? Not any!
We play the game of life with style; the question of death we love to
enjoy.
We have seen so many times,
In so many lives what our life is for ...
In so many lives what our life is for!
In
the heart of a lion, there is no fear of dyin'.
In the heat of battle, the Spirit of Life burns like a flame.
In the depths of the darkness, in the worse betrayal and pain,
The fearless Khalsa heart will beat to the rhythm of the Name.
Enemies
come and enemies go, but the Khalsa stands like a mountain range.
We will return to Infinity. What in the world will the drama change?
Go onto the battlefield; head in hand as a humble one.
The life doesn't matter, the courage does.
Soon the job will be done ...
Soon the job will be done!
In
the heart of a lion, there is no fear of dyin'.
In the heat of battle, the Spirit of Life burns like a flame.
In the depths of the darkness, in the worse betrayal and pain,
The fearless Khalsa heart will beat to the rhythm of the Name.
On
every side the world will pull; they want you to join them in their
fog.
It took you millions of lives to arrive; what do you care for the barking
of dogs?
The one who stands alone in the fray is a priceless gem to the One he
serves.
Be the Light for the world to see.
Invincible ones live by their words ...
Invincible ones live by their words!
In
the heart of a lion, there is no fear of dyin'.
In the heat of battle, the Spirit of Life burns like a flame.
In the depths of the darkness, in the worse betrayal and pain,
The fearless Khalsa heart will beat to the rhythm of the Name.
WHAHE
GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU
WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU
WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU
WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU WHAHE GURU
THE
KHALSA WAY
by Livtar Singh Khalsa
Long
ago and far away a man sat like a stone
On a burning seat of red-hot iron ... to him it was a throne.
For he was Guru Arjan, king of this world and the next.
When his time in this earthly world was through, he just smiled and
left.
As it was in the beginning and shall be for all time,
Those who live and die a fearless life, in the court of God they shine
...
That
is the Khalsa way ... I don't mind dying and I won't go crying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if things look bad we just keep on trying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if anyone falls, ten more will come in his
place.
That is our way!
The
mogul king sent forth his word, "No Sikh shall be left alive,
We'll wipe this Khalsa from the face of the Earth". On each head
he put a price.
So one brave Sikh stood on the road, knowing he couldn't live long.
In the name of the Guru he collected a toll ... it shook that king to
his throne.
They tried to put the light of the Khalsa out, but now it is they who
are gone,
And through every test of time and space, Khalsa lives on ...
One
by one they shot us down as we read the Siri Guru ...
Till they had to stop , they had never seen so many who would die for
the Truth.
And those who lay on the railroad tracks, their bodies stopped the train.
Those whose children were killed before their eyes, they saw God thru
their pain.
Then all those who stood their ground against impossible odds ...
In their courageous lives and fearlessness we see the power of God.
That
is the Khalsa way ... I don't mind dying and I won't go crying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if things look bad we just keep on trying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if anyone falls, ten more will come in his
place.
That is our way!
Twenty
million started out ... only a few survived.
But we stood together in the heart of this land against all their power
and lies
They wished that we had never been, they clubbed us in the street.
But our hearts were strong, the war was wrong, our victory was peace.
They waited for us all to disappear, they waited for our spirit to die.
But they'll still be waiting when the sun burns out ... for the heroes
and warriors,
The saints and the martyrs, will never die ...
That
is the Khalsa way ... I don't mind dying and I won't go crying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if things look bad we just keep on trying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if anyone falls, ten more will come in his
place.
That is our way!
Siri
Singh Sahib left his home ... answered the Guru's call.
In the land of maya he planted a seed of a nation that would never fall.
One by one we came to him and we read the Siri Guru.
We planted our roots in the soul of this land ... Ram Das Puri grew.
Now the future belongs to the daughters and sons of Guru Gobind Singh.
We'll stand like steel through the tests of the time, then Khalsa will
reign ...
That
is the Khalsa way ... I don't mind dying and I won't go crying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if things look bad we just keep on trying.
That is the Khalsa way ... if anyone falls, ten more will come in his
place.
That is our way!
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