Sirrah - Pa**over 1944 lyrics

Father of our guilt I rejoice at golden heaven's' Birds 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 Look around your nation's dead And god forgot your name Six feet under we lie Strong our faith now dead Paint with blood on these cryptic walls Of our forlorn defeat Bend your knees in prayer now That is what they're for Father did you see Legions marching through my land Trodden flowers dead All has gone today Father smiles when we forgive The wound that leads to eden The years of slavery remain And mean nothing Again