Ten lost tribes, slaves in chains   As the scriptures tell of their pains   Torn from lands, chosen roam   The Assyrian kings claim the throne      Ten lost tribes, the throne they seek   Visions hailed them roaming free      Eyes will weep as they behold the sight   The truth of their fathers denied   From Assyrian chains to the windswept plains   Of ancient Palestine      Our Heaven's found   Behold the sight   Dominion we've found   Recite the ninth rite...      So Joshua smote the land   Cleansed of the kings and their scribes   Reclaim thy hallowed ground   For thy Lord God, Israel      Immersed in the meaning of the era's end   Dueling over sovereignty of holy sand   Talmudic rats roam the Judean plain   As vagabonds inherit years of pain      Immersed, in the era's end   Shards of glass penetrate blood-soaked sands   As razor-sharp tears in the flesh of Christ   Recite the lies that strip them of life