Zira:

Sleep my little Kovu

let your dreams take wing

one day when you're big and strong

you will be a king



Kovu: Goodnight



Zira: sleep well my little prince, tomorrow your training intensifies

Zira:

I've been exiled persecuted

left alone with no defence

when I think of what that brute did, i get a little tense

but i dream a dream so pretty

that i dont 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 squealing in my gasp

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



Nuka:

so you found yourself somebody who'll chase Simba up a tree



Zira:

oh the battle may be bloody

but that kinda works for me



a melody of angry growls

a counterpoint of painful howls

a symphony of death, oh my

thats my lullaby



Scar is gone

but Zira's still around

to love this little lad...

'til he learns to be a killer

with a lust for being bad!



Nuka:

Sleep ya little termite..I-I mean precious little thing



Vitani:

one day when you're big and strong..



Zira:

he will be a king!

the pounding of the drums of war

the thrill of Kovu's mighty roar



Nuka:

the joy of vengeance!



Vitani:

testify!



Zeira:

I can hear the cheering



Nuke and Vitani:

kovu what a guy



Zira:

Payback time is nearing

and then our flag will fly...

against a blood red sky!

that's my lullaby