Ten lost tribes, slaves in chainsnAs the scriptures tell of their painsnTorn from lands, chosen roamnThe Assyrian kings claim the thronennTen lost tribes, the throne they seeknVisions hailed them roaming freennEyes will weep as they behold the sightnThe truth of their fathers deniednFrom Assyrian chains to the windswept plainsnOf ancient PalestinennOur Heaven's foundnBehold the sightnDominion we've foundnRecite the ninth rite...nnSo Joshua smote the landnCleansed of the kings and their scribesnReclaim thy hallowed groundnFor thy Lord God, IsraelnnImmersed in the meaning of the era's endnDueling over sovereignty of holy sandnTalmudic rats roam the Judean plainnAs vagabonds inherit years of painnnImmersed, in the era's endnShards of glass penetrate blood-soaked sandsnAs razor-sharp tears in the flesh of ChristnRecite the lies that strip them of life