Benediction
Now curséd be thee
That would ruin our fair land
And curséd be thee
That would seal up the wells
And curséd 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 the hands
That have blackened 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
That 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
