Come the Flood

Men of straw burn the fields

As far as the eye can see

A wretched warning is delivered

To the men of words and deedsThe Jericho trumpet sounds

In the deepest valleys and hills

Pounding the walls to dust

You scrawled your names in death uponOne thousand years

Welcome the flood

One thousand years

Come the flood

This dreadful history we have sired

Is the black bleached future you have desired

The embers of your ashen dreams

Are raked and scattered upon a pauper's grave

One thousand years of rain

Welcome the flood

Unburden us of pain

Welcome the floodWash my wounds, the blood from my hands

Wash the blood from these lands

With one thousand years of rain

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