When I rise,
Woe be unto those in my way,
Those who disrespected me

Even the earth shall be moved within
Rocks shall tremble
Dogs will cry
Lie will die

My friends will know me and rejoice
Enemies will declare their vice with a loud voice,
apologize and seek advice.
It'll be too late
I won't be nice
They'll meet fate,
not once, but twice

The sweet waters shall be blood
I'll spit fire
I'll break beasts in pieces
Men will eat their feces
Babies will have no milk to drink
Great leaders will sink in think

The heavens shall be lighted with hollow
Nightingales will sing of tomorrow
Parrots will echo 
the woe of every blow,
the show that creation must know
And so

I'll be there on that great day
And after the wind has blown,
And the dust has cleared,
There'll be one standing
And this life will be, but a memory