From this side of truth all lies shall fall
Crushed, broken, rebuked and despised
Banished from the land of milk and honey
By the love of a dying man nailed to a cross.
False prophets corrupt the souls of many
Turning minds against races and creeds
Vilifying all who stood against them.
And generals make rivers run red with blood.
Sweet cradle songs wayward mothers sang
Now blistered cruel upon their tongues
As their children fell victim to the conqueror.