There's a blood red circle   On the cold dark ground   And the rain is falling down   The church door's    thrown open   I can hear the organ's song   But the congregation's gone   My city of ruins   My city of ruins      Now the sweet    bells of mercy   Drift through the   evening trees   Young men on the corner   Like scattered leaves,   The boarded up windows,   The empty streets   While my brother's   down on his knees   My city of ruins   My city of ruins      Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!      Now there's tears   on the pillow   Darlin' where we slept   And you took my heart   when you left   Without your sweet kiss   My soul is lost, my friend   Tell me how do I begin again?   My city's in ruins   My city's in ruins      Now with these hands,   With these hands, With these hands,   With these hands, I pray Lord   WWith these hands, With these hands,   I pray for the strength, Lord   With these hands, With these hands,   I pray for the faith, Lord   With these hands, With these hands,   I pray for your love, Lord   With these hands, With these hands.   I pray for your faith, Lord   With these hands,   With these hands,   I pray for the    strength, Lord   With these hands,   With these hands.      Come on, rise up!   Come on, rise up!