The Legend Of Maula Jatt Einthusan -

He speaks to the weapon.

“Daro Natt!” his voice cracks the night. “You came to collect a debt of blood. But I have been counting interest. For every day you lived while my kin rotted, you owe me a gallon of vein-water.” the legend of maula jatt einthusan

The fakir stops playing. He turns his sightless eyes toward the camera. He speaks to the weapon