Amyra: There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
(She) will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Amyra and Evee: Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
(She) will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
Evee: There will come a poet
Whose weapon is (her) word
(She) will slay you with (her) tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Amyra and Evee: Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
(She) will slay you with (her) tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Amyra and Evee: There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord