What now, great python, Death?

The One on High laid you low today;

through Adam we once were forsaken

but today we're saved through Jesus.

People, praise him today, he has risen,

he, who was dead, rolled back the stone.

Death, where then is your sting?

Your bow and arrows are broken.

Wake, cascade of praise in Africa,

incite Tanganyika wastelands,

spread the news of the Templars,

call out lest we forget.

Who are these soldiers arrayed in rank,

with swords at the ready watching that grave?

We took our sticks and joined the crowd

in search of this long-renowned Christ.

This Christ who shattered the tree of the cross,

crushed its head and made it a trophy,

called to those who took to the hills

to tell them the tale of these sources of mercy.

The dumb spoke in Decapolis,

the eyes of the blind were opened in Jericho.

He has risen and nations praise him;

through these triumphs, all strength to him.

Wake, Africa, join in the victory song:

through him you conquer your enemies.

He's completely restored your liberty:

honour this hero in song.

What now, great python, Death?

The One on High laid you low today.

There is Satan in shackles.

The ancient serpent's trampled.

He's risen and with him all life,

to put an end to all death.

Spread the news right up to Tugela:

here is this long-renowned Christ.

He's risen and Mary with him:

in the far Kalahari I heard the news.

Elephant browsing the tops, how you fought

for all the beauty of heaven and earth!

The world took fright when this judge arose,

the pillars of every grave shattered,

the stone was rolled back and laid down there

and the Jews were thrashed and scorched.

So he's calling, “Wake up, sinners,

cast off sin and the Slanderer's stubbornness.

There's no compassion, no absolution,

there is no mercy on the Day of Wrath.

Wake up!!”