In the Brutal Field

The files of horses, elephants, and troops

Marched together not for the battlefield

One mighty chased to be speared

Here comes the Shah to his brutal field.

I'm humbled to be proud to see you all

Wanting to fetch me dead to boast your might

All the Nobles rode on the cause of the fall

Cornered me, ambushed me for I'm your right.

In the pursuit of happiness oh Shah

It slipped your mind when you took me

Brave hearts win bravely their foes,

Not mighty troops to win only me!