Come the Flood

Men of straw they burn the fields

As far as the eye can see

A wretched warning is delivered

To the men of words and deeds

The Jericho trumpet sounds

In the deepest valleys and hills

Pounding the walls to dust

You scrawled your names in death - in death upon

One thousand years

We welcome the flood

One thousand years

Come the flood

We welcome 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

We welcome the flood

Unburden us of pain

And welcome the flood

Let it rain

So wash my wounds

The blood from my hands

So wash the blood

So wash the blood from my hands

The blood from these lands

One thousands years of rain

Unburden us of pain

And wash the blood from these lands