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Awake! Awake! O' Israel Awake!
Our house has fallen.
And we've become like the scattered debris.
A divided people, are we.
Our fathers have abandoned us, and left us nameless.
A bastard complex that taunts our conscience.
And a contenance of deep sorrows.
We're still wandering the wilderness.
But it has become the land of gallows.
As I walk through the valley of death.
I hear the wails in the winds, as I see the dry bones.
Their flesh has been devoured.
A SCATTERED PEOPLE AMONGST THE HEATHENS THAT VIOLENTLY RAGE!
Even through the dawn of days,
The shadows of darkness brings times of mourning.
Do you hear what I hear?!
The mothers of Zion are still weeping for her children.
WHILE THE SPIRIT OF CAIN POSSESS HER SONS...
As he slays his brother, like the ways of a treacherous enemy.
Her daughters are left unprotected and vulnerable.
Hungered and naked... while begging for bread.
A house divided, will never stand.
They have stolen our identity, and have sold away our heritage.
They have cut us off from being a nation,
And have killed our prophets.
But the prophecies are still written upon the wall,
With the blood of our ancestors.
And still... you refuse to heed the warnings!
A stiffed necked people!
Bound to the wicked desires of your hearts.
Repent!!! Turn from your ways and come from amongst them!!!!
Awake! Awake! O' Israel!
Arise! And rush from your burning beds!
Before your sleeps... becomes your deaths!
-Jen'uwin Mor
