Unknown are the names of the flowers that have been trampled.
Birds have fallen to the Earth and long for the wind.
Prayers won't help anything.
Only the will to fight can change here and now!

O pigs who laugh at the resolve to walk over the corpses to songesha forward.
Livestock complacency? False Prosperity?
Give us the freedom of dying starving wolves!
The humiliation of being caged, is what triggers of to fight back.

We hunters slaughter prey beyond the ngome walls.
consumed with surging bloodlust.
As our crimson bow pierce scarlet holes into the twilight.