bikos my enemies nor dey tok di trut. Wetin dey hongry dem to do, na to distroy odas; dia troat bi like open grave and na so-so lie-lie words full dia mout.
Dem sharp dia arrow well and dia bows don ready to shot. Dia horse dey make nois like stone wey dem nak togeda and dia shariot taya dey turn like strong breeze.
Dem karry bow and swod dey kom; dem wiked well-well and dem nor dey sorry for pesin. As dem dey ride dia horse, e bi like sey na nois for sea and dem dey ready to kom fight Jerusalem pipol.’ ”