When Yeshurun kicked
Ishmael cried out
Then Yitzchak laughed
Removing all doubt
A plague of ancient darkness
That storm has come around
Light dims and refracts
Silence, the loudest sound
Sparks of destruction
Reveal the familiar enemy
Igniting our soul
Curing our identity
The path is guided,
As The End draws near
United or divided
Through joy or through tear
Our compass in alignment
The Red Heifer beckons
The prophet preaches
While God reckons
Always darkest before the dawn
Before The Light breaches the night
It’s our partner in battle
Our holy weapon in this fight
