Molding the Violent Passion

Molding the violent passion for democracy,
We are blamed terrorists amid the capital.
Oh, the great capital city, yet so empty, so hollow.
Is this the Kingdom of Deva or Satan?

Molding the violent passion for democracy,
We are blamed terrorists, hanged to be killed.
Wanna keep it, the city of angels, of heavens?
Let us make the legacy of the absolute oppressor to an end!!!

Molding the violent passion for democracy,
We, with no guns, grip the bamboo stick against the bullet.
Under the shade of the merciful Bhodi,
Why? So cruel, so inhuman!

Molding the violent passion for the people,
We endure against the attack of the heaven’s destiny.
Our feet stand on the justice.
Low class people strive for peace all our hearts.

Molding the violent passion, we are those who are passionate,
We break the chain for the freedom of the commoners,
This is the last struggle!
We shall fight wholeheartedly, and we shall win!