Don't mind the lyrics

We breathe in red, like fire and rage,

Our love conspires a shrieking message.

A soul of rivers, a mind of storms,

Living on the edge, defying norms.

We play with demons, we ride on silk,

Trading our secrets for blood and milk.

We fall, we fight, we stay true,

Withstanding regimes that passed through.

We write our stories of pain and grief,

Danger is our name, our pain relief.

We are timeless in verses set free,

From mudbanks of land to the brazen sea.

Ancient ruins that rose and fell,

Our legends feel like a fairytale.

For we are Bengal, the land of mystery—

Plunder our home, and we gift you misery.