There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword, he will tear your city down. . .oh Lei oh Lai oh Lord

There will come a poet, whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue. . .oh Lei oh Lai oh Lord

There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in throne, smeared with oil like David's boy. . .oh Lei oh Lai oh Lord

You are the poet ! You are friends with the soldier and the ruler/king !