Masada

With a small brave army
The last one to stand
Their cries could sail the dead sea
To jerusalem

Atop the great mountain
They all kneel and pray
God won't you deliver us
From our judgement day

A fortress alone
Mud, brick and stone
Would they die
In the night by suicide

And they'd all die free
Than live in chains
Their bodies, they may fall
But still their glory remains
And they'd all die free
Than live in roman chains
Their bodies now may fall forever free
Masada

As the day turned night time
They draw ever near
Oppressors prime for war
Seemed their fate was clear

Never bound to serve again
They all take the vow
Zealots of the blessed sands
Our time is now

A fortress alone
Mud, brick and stone
Would they die
In the night by suicide