Yallah

Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp Borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah Ah ahhhhh, oh yeah And your city will fall And your corn won't grow To the silence from the temple Hear the truth explode It is written in the dust It is whispered in the wind From the wisdom of the fathers Where the word begins Ah ahhhhh, oh yeah Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah In the kingdom of gold And the stolen chance You can join the celebration See the children dance And the bells will ring And the crowds will roar And the sand in the glass Can pour no more Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah The rivers will freeze And the hosts descend Thru the fires and the storms To the bitter end And the treasures and the gifts And the words and truths Will be cast to the heavens With Oomrah fruit Ah ahhhhh, oh yeah Oh ohhhhh, oh yeah And your city will fall And your corn won't grow To the silence from the temple Hear the truth explode It is written in the dust It is whispered in the wind From the wisdom of the fathers Where the word begins