Just wait a little longer, my brothers,
Endure the pretence a little while;
When we shall throw off our covers,
Spring to action and run the last mile.
 

Weigh carefully your every word
In the presence of the goy race;
Let your tunic hide the sword,
Lure them in with charm and grace.
 

Refrain from making yourselves known;
Uphold the struggle and the sacrifice,
Let that hatred, in your hearts grown,
Entrap the goyim like a deadly vice.
 

The end is near and well in sight;
Heaven engulfed us in its light
Entrusting to us Yahweh's might.
 

When we come into our kingdom
Our goy slaves will be kept in cages
Ruled by the power and the wisdom
Learned long ago by our wisest sages
Developed and nurtured through the ages.