Gog: Kings Of The North - Saviour Machine

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