Lyrics:

Wretched Fallen one of KhattiRise against the oppressing SwordEncircled Abandoned AloneI Smite the vile Hittite FoeMy Father Amon what carest TheeFor the Vile and Ignorant of GodMy Father Amon what carest TheeFor these Effeminate onesAt millions of whom I groweth not Pale Raging like Menthu like Baal in his HourLo the mighty Sekhmet is with MeI enter in among them even as a hawk strikethI slay I hew to pieces and cast to the groundThe royal snake upon my browSpits forth Fire in the face of mine enemiesAnd Burneth their LimbsMy Chariot Wheels trample the FallenCut to pieces before my SteedsAnd layingIn their own BloodI Crush the Skulls of the DyingAnd Sever the hands of the SlainI RamsesBuilder of TemplesUsurper of Monuments Slayer of HittitesBringer of War