Lyrics Come the Flood - Primordial

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