Father of our guilt

I rejoice at golden heavens

Bird's eye view to earth

All is mine today



There's no word like hope

As the sun is hidden by the mist

Now the fortune's turning

Mix your gold with ash



Looks around your nation's dead

And God forgot your name

Six feet underground we lie

Strong our faith now dead



Paint with blood on these cryptic walls

Of your forlorn defeat

Bend your knees in prayer now

That is that they're for



Father did you see

Legions marching through my land

Trodden flowers dead

All has gone today



There's no word like hope

As the sun is hidden by the mist

Now the fortune's turning

Mix your gold with ash



Looks around your nation's dead

And God forgot your name

Six feet underground we lie

Strong our faith now dead



Paint with blood on these cryptic walls

Of your forlorn defeat

Bend your knees in prayer now

That is that they're for



Paint with blood on these cryptic walls

Of your forlorn defeat

Bend your knees in prayer now

That is that they're for



Father smiles when we forgive

The wound that leads to Eden

The years of slavery remain

And mean nothing

Again