O fallen disciples of the one-eyed messiah
Ravagers of Deir Yassin
Hear my call o sons of khazars
Before dusk we shalt flood thy temples with thy putrid blood
Like the lake of fire we deliver thee too
We leaveth not, spareth not, blackening thy skin
We morph into thy worst nightmare
Omen of the final fall
Desecrators of Mount Zion,
We are the ones that ye kneel before
O sons of Zion,
We bathe with thy blood
In vain art thou walls,
in vain art thou lies
The Great Dreadful Day is nigh
The wolves shalt now tare the sheep apart.

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