[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

Bow to the sword

For it offers salvation

Death is its own reward

And we are the indication

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[C-part]

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

[Chorus]

Bow to the sword

For it offers salvation

Death is its own reward

And we are the indication