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