PATU: Light your torches! Join the porches! There are huddled babies ready for dungeon scorches!
BARBARIANS: Baby flesh! Baby flesh!
PATU: Roll them up in mashes! Roast their heads and broil their arms!
BARBARIANS: Jeho! Jeho! Jeho!
PATU: Ah, Jeho's coming! What a fine meaty fest is ready!
JEHO: Baboons! Why isn't the city on fire?
BARBARIANS: But Jeho, we---
JEHO: Baboons! You want to keep the choicest chunks of flesh for yourselves! How dare you! I'll take this sword and strike you all down!
BARBARIANS: Jeho, Jeho! Patu told us so!
PATU: Not true! I wanted the best for you!
BARBARIANS: Jeho! Jeho! Patu told us to eat the people's flesh first!
PATU: Not true! I only---
JEHO: Patu. Yes, I should have known. I've known for a long time. You wanted to be in the kingly tent. You want to beat me at royal bear wrestling, and take my head, Patu...
JEHO: Try it, crush my head and take the crown.
BARBARIANS: Jeho! Jeho! Jeho!
JEHO: Oh, Patu, you've no strength at all. I kill you with my finger.
BARBARIANS: Oof! Uff! Oogh!
JEHO: Oh Patu, you should steal, not fight. Here, take some bath tiles, soothing to your piles. Here, Patu, you bleed. Take this fine linen shirt and bind up your hurt.
JEHO: Patu, on the ground now you are. Ahh, a fine white chalice, just grabbed out of the emperor's house. Here, Patu, have your crown. I call you now, Chieftain of Chalices, as I slap this crown on your head. ...Oh, perfect fit. Now, go, traitor. If I see you again, I kill you.
BARBARIANS: Jeho! Jeho! Jeho!
JEHO: The rest of you, do what I say.
BARBARIANS: Jeho, Jeho, Jeho!
JEHO: Let's fill our eyes before our bellies. Burn the city, put chains on the court, ash and rubble, misery, trouble, make a fire reach the war god in the sky.
BARBARIANS: To the sky!
JEHO: Smash their statues! Chop off their heads!
BARBARIANS: Jeho, Jeho, Jeho!
JEHO: Burn their scrolls! Burn their very threads!
BARBARIANS: Jeho, Jeho, Jeho!
JEHO: Drown them with dead! Run the streets with red!
BARBARIANS: Jeho, Jeho, Jeho!
JEHO: Enough time has passed. Let's go, our swords are massed.
BARBARIANS: Jeho, Jeho, Jeho!
