Ten lost tribes, slaves in chains As the scriptures tell of their pains Torn from lands, chosen roam The Assyrian kings claim the throne
Ten lost tribes, the throne they seek Visions hailed them roaming free
Eyes will weep as they behold the sight The truth of their fathers denied From Assyrian chains to the windswept plains Of ancient Palestine
Our Heaven's found Behold the sight Dominion we've found Recite the ninth rite...
So Joshua smote the land Cleansed of the kings and their scribes Reclaim thy hallowed ground For thy Lord God, Israel
Immersed in the meaning of the era's end Dueling over sovereignty of holy sand Talmudic rats roam the Judean plain As vagabonds inherit years of pain
Immersed, in the era's end Shards of glass penetrate blood-soaked sands As razor-sharp tears in the flesh of Christ Recite the lies that strip them of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.