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 im and you lash im and you stab im and you kill im 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 cant 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