| I hear them coming,
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| We’ll hide here until we’re safe.
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| Just hold tight to me,
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| Until they find what they need.
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| Hush little Yael,
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| I hear them leaving for the beach,
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| Where on the stone and sand,
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| Your sister finds her sleep.
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| Wet your jaws for the world,
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| We’re going back to the darkest hours.
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| Where our kind has confirmed,
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| We are the masters of sin and slaughter.
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| On the 22nd day of the 4th month,
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| 1979 warrants a judgement.
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| Because he came,
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| And he saw,
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| And this coward conquered a family asleep in their home.
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| Rise!
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| Rise!
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| We must rise for the helpless and fight for their justice!
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| So lift your voices high,
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| Higher than the mountains of their spite.
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| We are,
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| We are the fearless,
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| The ruthless,
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| The heralds of our time!
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| So lift your voices high,
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| Higher than the mountains of their spite.
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| We are,
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| We are the fearless,
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| The ruthless,
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| The heralds of our time!
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| She had to watch,
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| Him pull the trigger in her daddy’s back,
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| Then put his face to the waves until he took his last.
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| Then he took her life with the butt of his gun,
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| Four years from when her life had begun!
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| Rise!
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| Rise!
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| Rise!
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| Rise!
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| We are all weavers,
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| At the loom of slaughter.
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| But we will rise and make these victims our martyrs!
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| So lift your voices high,
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| Higher than the mountains of their spite.
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| We are,
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| We are the fearless,
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| The ruthless,
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| The heralds of our time!
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| So lift your voices high,
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| Higher than the mountains of their spite.
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| We are,
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| We are the fearless,
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| The ruthless,
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| The heroes of our time!
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| Make him beg for his life!
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| Make him beg for his life!
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| He made me watch as my family died!
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| He’ll never know what its like!
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| So cut him slow until his soul takes flight!
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| Hush Yael,
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| They found him and they put him in chains,
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| The one who broke our home,
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| Is finally feeling pain.
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| Hush little Yael,
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| I’m sorry your lungs are empty.
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| But in your new home,
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| That man will not be seen.
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| End him slow!
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| End him slow!
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| Make him feel the rocks,
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| That her temple rode!
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| End him slow!
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| End him slow!
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| End him slow! |