Do you believe in the treasure that's buried in the souls of men?
Do you think your heart burns strong enough to drive the breath from every living thing?
Your mind is open now I see
So blow your horn and sing
For these vibrations, they gon' clatter
Walls gon' tumble, town gon' scatter
Do you believe in the promise, in the vastness of his love?
Will you put the horn to your lips and the sword to the throat?
Will you put down everything that breathes, everybody every beast?
They gon' scatter, like seeds upon the wind.
Oh Canaanites, oh Canaanites come meet your righteous end.
Such music in a lyric never sung
Such a sound can make the dirt rise up and the firmament come down
Such strange strains that we'll create
To cleanse the land and wash our hands in a purifying hate
Do you hear the chains?
Like softly falling rain.
To drench the disobedient and destroy the branch of Cain.
We gon' bury the idols that they serve.
Oh Canaanites, oh Canaanites, come get what you deserve.
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