1. I'm told the slave yesterday, son of Zahdam
Wanders while to the coward each hill is a dread

2. So if you want me, son of Zahdam, you must meet me
On open plains not lurking in copses instead

3. To defile a maiden of Merrar you came here
Men like me aren't found under tent roof o'erhead

4. If you should meet me, son of Zahdam, face to face
You'd return but a statue, all courage has fled