Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes

And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'

But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real

The hour that the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands sayin', "We'll meet all your demands”

But we'll shout from the bow “your days are numbered"

And like pharaohs tribe they'll be drownded in the tide

And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

- Bob Dylan