| Son of Man, set thy face against him, O Gog, O Gog
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| I will put hooks into your jaws and bring you forth
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| I will bring you forth and all your amies to be devoured
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| O Gog, O Gog
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| O Gog, I am against you
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| O Gog, die in this truth
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| I will summon every kind of terror to cleanse the land
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| I will send the fire upon your nation of coveting hands
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| Gather for the sacrificial feast that I prepare
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| And you shall eat the flesh and drink the blood of all dead
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| O Gog, I am against you
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| O Gog, die in this truth
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| I will pour my spirit on the House of Israel
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| So that all the nations may know me
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| When, through you, O Gog
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| I vindicate my holiness before their eyes
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| Before their eyes
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| O Israel, I will defend you
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| O Israel, I will avenge you
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| O Gog, walk on fire, walk on fire
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| Come into the land that is brought back from the sword
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| And they shall ascend upon her like a storm
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| A cloud to cover the land
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| The sound is over command
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| The spoil is oil, the spoil is oil
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| The tyrant needs within her walls
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| And as she bleeds the curtain falls
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| Kings of the North, Kings of the North
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| Rising from his lusting eyes
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| She is brought forth to the slaughter
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| Gold has turned to black at last
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| She is the crucible of war
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| Decifer what isn’t real
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| For a thief comes only to steal
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| The spoil is oil, the spoil is oil
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| The iron curtain steals and seals
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| The final dream, the killing fields
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| The killing fields, the killing fields |