Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hush Yael, artist - Oh, Sleeper. Album song Children Of Fire, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Hush Yael |
I hear them coming, |
We’ll hide here until we’re safe. |
Just hold tight to me, |
Until they find what they need. |
Hush little Yael, |
I hear them leaving for the beach, |
Where on the stone and sand, |
Your sister finds her sleep. |
Wet your jaws for the world, |
We’re going back to the darkest hours. |
Where our kind has confirmed, |
We are the masters of sin and slaughter. |
On the 22nd day of the 4th month, |
1979 warrants a judgement. |
Because he came, |
And he saw, |
And this coward conquered a family asleep in their home. |
Rise! |
Rise! |
We must rise for the helpless and fight for their justice! |
So lift your voices high, |
Higher than the mountains of their spite. |
We are, |
We are the fearless, |
The ruthless, |
The heralds of our time! |
So lift your voices high, |
Higher than the mountains of their spite. |
We are, |
We are the fearless, |
The ruthless, |
The heralds of our time! |
She had to watch, |
Him pull the trigger in her daddy’s back, |
Then put his face to the waves until he took his last. |
Then he took her life with the butt of his gun, |
Four years from when her life had begun! |
Rise! |
Rise! |
Rise! |
Rise! |
We are all weavers, |
At the loom of slaughter. |
But we will rise and make these victims our martyrs! |
So lift your voices high, |
Higher than the mountains of their spite. |
We are, |
We are the fearless, |
The ruthless, |
The heralds of our time! |
So lift your voices high, |
Higher than the mountains of their spite. |
We are, |
We are the fearless, |
The ruthless, |
The heroes of our time! |
Make him beg for his life! |
Make him beg for his life! |
He made me watch as my family died! |
He’ll never know what its like! |
So cut him slow until his soul takes flight! |
Hush Yael, |
They found him and they put him in chains, |
The one who broke our home, |
Is finally feeling pain. |
Hush little Yael, |
I’m sorry your lungs are empty. |
But in your new home, |
That man will not be seen. |
End him slow! |
End him slow! |
Make him feel the rocks, |
That her temple rode! |
End him slow! |
End him slow! |
End him slow! |