I opened the chasm of time Daring to stare into the past Relics forsaken that none dare to find The thawing of truth came to pass
Melting like candles in furnace Malformed to a semblance of life Brotherly hatred in the garden of Eden The only purity that cuts like a knife
Generations of exile in Europe Thousands of years without home Finally given a fraction of hope Phrasing the end of our tome
Return to the days when Canaan was conquered Return to Abner's last words Rome and Bar Kochva, Greece and the Maccabees We have always chosen the sword
Bow to the sword For it offers salvation Death is its own reward And we are the indication
Poisonous stories of sinners and saints Drawing a picture ideal The biblical bribery paint ridiculous hate The chosen people surreal
Be it the anger that thinks we are pure Be it the land stained with blood Fighting for lies told eons ago Legacy of daggers and Scuds
Bow to the sword For it offers salvation Death is its own reward And we are the indication
Every Century passing I could find yet another atrocity
Like the binding of Isaac And the burning bush call Like seeking refuge Behind Messada's Walls If Kahane was right If Baruch Goldstein's a saint Then we have long been ignoring The thin line in the sand
Kill or be killed Kill or be killed Kill or be killed Kill or be killedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
