In the cold of the night, in darkness we hide.
Waiting to come out and slaughter.
Making no noise will leave them no choice.
The can not run away.
All our warriors waiting deep inside (the) Forrest.
I wait until I hear (the) command.
Deep in my heart I feel the pathos of war.
They don't know we're here.
So they can't hear.
When surpise is on our side all the enemies die.
Their women are crying when we're coming out.
They don't know what happened.
We cut off their heads when they come out their beds,
Before they reach their weapons.