The Ottoman's Creed

Israel will fall to its knees
The trumpet calls, for them to bleed
No complacency, no satisfaction
Shot to death for a common reaction
God, why can't this end
Must we stain this land
With our sins and our dead
Kill or be killed
Maim or be maimed
Millions die with the speak of my name
The sun-bleach sands stain red
The creed of the ottoman's end
The sands of time can't wash away
These heathenous atrocities
Like cattle being lead to the slaughter
The Jordan's red-tinted blood-stained waters
God, why can't this end
Must we stain this land
With our sins and our dead
Kill or be killed
Maim or be maimed
Millions die with the speak of my name
The sun-bleach sands stain red
The creed of the ottoman's end
Kill or be killed
Maim or be maimed
Millions die with the speak of my name
The sun-bleach sands stain red
The creed of the ottoman's end
God, why can't this end
Must we stain this land
With our sins and our dead
Kill or be killed
Maim or be maimed
Millions die with the speak of my name
The sun-bleach sands stain red
The creed of the ottoman's end
Kill or be killed
Maim or be maimed
Millions die with the speak of my name
The face of God beet-red
The creed of the ottoman's end