The Sword Devours Songtext
von Prey for Nothing
The Sword Devours Songtext
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 killed
Kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
Like the binding of Isaac (Kill or be killed)
And the burning bush call (Kill or be killed)
Like seeking refuge (Kill or be killed)
Behind Messada's Walls (Kill or be killed)
And if Kahane was right (Kill or be killed)
If Baruch Goldstein's a saint (Kill or be killed)
Then we have long been ignoring (Kill or be killed)
The thin line in the sand (Kill or be killed)
Bow to the sword
For it offers salvation
Death is its own reward
And we are the indication
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 killed
Kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
Kill or be killed
Like the binding of Isaac (Kill or be killed)
And the burning bush call (Kill or be killed)
Like seeking refuge (Kill or be killed)
Behind Messada's Walls (Kill or be killed)
And if Kahane was right (Kill or be killed)
If Baruch Goldstein's a saint (Kill or be killed)
Then we have long been ignoring (Kill or be killed)
The thin line in the sand (Kill or be killed)
Bow to the sword
For it offers salvation
Death is its own reward
And we are the indication
Writer(s): Dima Kogan, Iftah Levy, Michiel Rutten, Yotam Avni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com