Hush, my little one. You must be exhausted. Sleep, my little Kovu. Let your dreams take wing. One day, when you're big and strong, you will be a king! I've been exiled, persecuted, left alone with no defense. When I think of what that brute did, I get a little tense. But I dream a dream so pretty, that I don't feel so depressed. Cause it soothes my inner kitty, and it helps me get some rest. The sound of Simba's dying gasp! His daughter is squealing in my grasp! His lioness's mournful cry! That's my lullaby! Now the past I've tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive. Trouble is, I know it's petty, but I hate to let them live. So you found yourself somebody who'll chase Simba up a tree. Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me. The melody of angry growls! A counterpoint to painful howls! A symphony of death! Oh my! That's my lullaby! Scar is gone, but Zira's still around. To love this little lad. Till he learns to be a killer. With a lust for being bad! Sleep, you little termite! I mean precious little thing. One day when you're big and strong, You will be a king! The pounding of the drums of war! The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar! The joy of vengeance! Testify! I can hear the cheering! Kovu will die! Payback time is nearing! And then our flag will fly! Against a blood-red sky! That's my lullaby! Die!