Из альбома: Legend I
Son of Man, set thy face against him, O Gog, O Gog
I will put hooks into your jaws and bring you forth
I will bring you forth and all your amies to be devoured
O Gog, O Gog
O Gog, I am against you
O Gog, die in this truth
I will summon every kind of terror to cleanse the land
I will send the fire upon your nation of coveting hands
Gather for the sacrificial feast that I prepare
And you shall eat the flesh and drink the blood of all dead
O Gog, I am against you
O Gog, die in this truth
I will pour my spirit on the House of Israel
So that all the nations may know me,
When, through you, O Gog,
I vindicate my holiness before their eyes,
Before their eyes
O Israel, I will defend you
O Israel, I will avenge you
O Gog, walk on fire, walk on fire
Come into the land that is brought back from the sword
And they shall ascend upon her like a storm
A cloud to cover the land,
The sound is over command
The spoil is oil, the spoil is oil
The tyrant needs within her walls,
And as she bleeds the curtain falls
Kings of the North, Kings of the North
Rising from his lusting eyes
She is brought forth to the slaughter
Gold has turned to black at last,
She is the crucible of war
Decifer what isn't real,
For a thief comes only to steal
The spoil is oil, the spoil is oil
The iron curtain steals and seals,
The final dream, the killing fields
The killing fields, the killing fields