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