Trails of tears unveil the harsh crusades
The western wall still stands the vast charades
Who can justify the deeds they’ve done?
Who breeds a wicked son?

All the sordid spells cast from their hell will truly fail

Oh Jerusalem! Your fate’s to be claimed
Oh Jerusalem! Grace or shame?

Hold my hand I’m falling down

Countless prophecies acclaims your name
Milk and honey poured by lions tamed
Who withstands these most extreme conditions?
Who will change positions?