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