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
Passover 1994
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