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