Heavy, heavy terror on de rampage But don't you worry, it is so near Fratricide is only de first phase Yes the violence of the oppressor running wild Dem pickin up the yout for resus? Poet prophesise a black, a black, a black conquest And the national front is on the rampage Making fire-bombs for Burnley Terror-fire, terror-fire reach me Such a sufferin wi sufferin in dis burnin age of rage No place to run to get gun And violence damming up inside So when de heat of the ambusher just turn You turn on yer brudder and you lik I'm and you lash I'm and you stab I'm and you kill I'm and the violence dammin up inside And the (?) tek such a rough road Causing us dis bitterness and pain and (away?) Is a room full of (?) you can't walk out Fratricide is only de first phase With brudder stabbin brudder stabbin brudder Dem just killin often one another But when you see brudder blood just flow Futile fighting then you know The first phase must come to an end Time for the second phase to show