Tall grain and greenery alight in the sun It sets in the western sky, my day's work is done So shoulder your barley sack, look not to the hills The horizon draws closer but I'm standing still They came with horses, torches in hand No guilt of conscience set fire to the land Mothers and daughters knelt in the sand Sons and their fathers said "our people are damned" Every spirit was slain that day In the blink of an eye They came and they took away Like a thief in the night High King of Heaven, take pity on me Send forth a fire, set your captives free