Lyrics:

Wretched Fallen one of Khatti Rise against the oppressing Sword Encircled Abandoned Alone I Smite the vile Hittite Foe My Father Amon what carest Thee For the Vile and Ignorant of God My Father Amon what carest Thee For these Effeminate ones At millions of whom I groweth not Pale Raging like Menthu like Baal in his Hour Lo the mighty Sekhmet is with Me I enter in among them even as a hawk striketh I slay I hew to pieces and cast to the ground The royal snake upon my brow Spits forth Fire in the face of mine enemies And Burneth their Limbs My Chariot Wheels trample the Fallen Cut to pieces before my Steeds And laying In their own Blood I Crush the Skulls of the Dying And Sever the hands of the Slain I Ramses Builder of Temples Usurper of Monuments Slayer of Hittites Bringer of War