Benediction

Now cursed be thee who would ruin our fair land

And cursed be thee that would seal up the wells

And cursed be thee that abandon the God's hands

And build a strange place for our people to dwell

Now cursed be thy breath

And cursed be thy breathing

And cursed be thy eyes

And cursed be thy sight

And cursed be thy hands

That have slackened the harvest

And closed the old ways to the joy and the light

Now cursed be thy name

All cursed and forgotten

All cursed beyond memory

Place or recall

And cursed be thy soul

Out of nothing begotten

Nothing to no thing

And nothing to all

Now cursed art thee

Who have ruined our fair land

And cursed art thee

That sealed up our wells

And cursed art thee

That abandon the God's hands

And have built a strange place

For the children to dwell