In vengeance I await for you to come,
Oh my disciples,
He is the man we're looking for,

The atrocious smug I've been waiting for,
Slowly, steadily I will make him pay,
Cut his wrist and slit his nape,

The blood he spilled,
The thousands of people he killed,
Oh God ! I promise you I'll make him pay,

His dark and hideous face,
His target-y gaze,
Don't you worry my dear, he shall pay.