| Dan will be a snake by the roadside | 
| A viper along the path | 
| That bites the horse’s heels | 
| So that its rider tumbles back | 
| A flame goes forth from his mouth | 
| You will be completely wiped out (No!) | 
| I will bring evil upon you | 
| Out of your own house | 
| I killed you with the words of my mouth | 
| Chased you like a swarm of bees | 
| And beat you down | 
| Your bodies will lie there | 
| Rotting on the ground | 
| Your blood will be poured out | 
| Into the dust | 
| Full of every kind of wickedness | 
| Will also bring on you every kind of sickness | 
| Kill men and women | 
| Children and infants | 
| Break them with a rod of iron (Iron) | 
| Emotions take over | 
| Lashing out and spitting fire | 
| Murdered a man and seized his property | 
| Dash them to pieces like pottery | 
| Yeah, Bull will not be held responsible | 
| Treated our sister like a prostitute | 
| What’s the use of living a righteous life? | 
| How will it benefit me? | 
| What’s the use of living a righteous life? | 
| How will it benefit me? | 
| The streets echo the cries | 
| Violence! | 
| Rape! | 
| Victims bleeding and moaning | 
| Lie all over the place | 
| The streets echo the cries | 
| Violence! | 
| Rape! | 
| Like a lion in cover he lies in wait | 
| I used a donkey’s jawbone | 
| To kill a thousand men | 
| I beat them with this jawbone | 
| Over and over again | 
| Even if you beat fools half to death | 
| You still can’t beat | 
| Their foolishness out of them | 
| For David had said to him | 
| «Your blood be on your own head | 
| Your own mouth testified against you when you said» | 
| He catches the helpless | 
| And drags them off in his net | 
| He even destroyed | 
| Distant relatives and friends | 
| Give yourself no relief | 
| Your eyes no rest (No rest) | 
| They are guilty of a capital offence | 
| I will fill your mountains with the dead | 
| Like a maniac shooting | 
| Flaming arrows of death | 
| Is this the man who shook the Earth | 
| And made kingdoms tremble | 
| Lying there dead | 
| With a tent peg through his temple? | 
| When they saw the man | 
| Fled from him and were dreadfully afraid | 
| Before them the people writhe in pain | 
| All faces are drained of color | 
| Like a stillborn infant | 
| Coming from its mother’s womb | 
| With its flesh half eaten away | 
| Hearts melt in horror | 
| And knees shake | 
| Have no mercy on helpless babies | 
| Every time I open my mouth | 
| I’m shouting «Murder!» | 
| or «Rape!» | 
| It will be a terrible day | 
| Sin! | 
| Greed! | 
| Hate! | 
| Killing even your brothers | 
| Friends and neighbors | 
| They will writhe | 
| Like a woman in labor | 
| And if they give birth | 
| I will slaughter their beloved children | 
| Bringing a sudden flow of | 
| Blood and water | 
| And even if your children do survive to grow up | 
| I will take them from ya | 
| The streets echo the cries | 
| Violence! | 
| Rape! | 
| Victims bleeding and moaning | 
| Lie all over the place | 
| The streets echo the cries | 
| Violence! | 
| Rape! | 
| Like a lion in cover he lies in wait | 
| Happy shall he be that takes | 
| And dashes your little ones against the stones | 
| Fill its courtyards | 
| With the bodies of those you kill, go! | 
| Will it keep begging you for mercy? | 
| Will it? | 
| (Mercy!) | 
| I grab it by the throat | 
| And kill it | 
| Kill all the boys and all the women | 
| Who have slept with a man (Ew) | 
| Chop them up like | 
| Meat for the pan | 
| Tore forty two of the children to pieces | 
| Like flesh for the pot | 
| Throw them away | 
| Like a menstrual cloth | 
| Make their flesh rot | 
| And their eyes fall | 
| From their sockets | 
| And their tongues drop out | 
| Drink, get drunk and vomit | 
| Come, let us face each other in battle | 
| Release wild animals | 
| That will kill your children | 
| And destroy your cattle | 
| Anyone who is captured | 
| Will be run through with a sword | 
| Their homes will be sacked | 
| And their wives raped | 
| By the attacking hordes | 
| Happy shall he be that takes | 
| And dashes your little ones against the stones | 
| Fill its courtyards | 
| With the bodies of those you kill, go! | 
| The streets echo the cries | 
| Violence! | 
| Rape! | 
| Victims bleeding and moaning | 
| Lie all over the place | 
| The streets echo the cries | 
| Violence! | 
| Rape! | 
| Like a lion in cover he lies in wait |