Sirrah Passover 1994
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
