Favorite Sons

אתנו לחלות פניך,
כי חסד ואמת יקדמו פניך
נא אל תבישנו,נא אל תשיבנו
ריקם מלפניך
סלח לנו, ושלח לנו
ישועה ורחמים ממעונך

Since the dawn of history
The cradle of humanity
Blessed by a higher entity
A nation of the favorite sons
The chosen ones.
Seekers of peace, deliverers of hope
Beholders of stars and sun
Healers of pain, believers in life
Providers of faith in the one
In the one

Fear, pain and agony
At dark times of insanity
Ignorant and prejudiced
Mind washed
With blood red eyes
Can you realize?
That the seekers of peace, deliverers of hope
Beholders of stars and sun
Healers of pain, believers in life
Providers of faith in the one
Can they all be gone?

I see the fire that burns our scripts
Million pieces of crystals light the streets
Suffocation, cremation
The end of the chosen nation?

And from the burning ashes of our misery
We shall rise to change the course of history
Victory

Is this the final solution?
Can one madman destroy the world?
Is this the time for evil to roam the earth?
Dark kingdoms, third rebirth?

And from the burning ashes of our misery
We shall rise to change the course of history
Victory

סלח לנו ושלח לנו
ישועה ורחמים

Ease your conscience
Search for forgiveness
Try to free your souls

Ease your conscience
Try to free your souls
By replacing the ones you've burnt
With the ones who do you wrong
Superstition
Instead of wisdom
Fanatic martyrs, obsessed with death
Instead of spiritual wealth
Eradicators
For creators
You've embraced the illiterate ones
For god's favorite sons