Men of straw 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 upon
One 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 flood
Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain
